#The war most definitely caused him to be that way

[aroaceoutsiders]

8/2 mat show notes

i'm leaving for college so this is gonna be my last show notes for a while :( but i am hopefully seeing the tour cast in a few (six) months so!

full principal cast with henry steve, varvar brill!

sorry for all you act ii lovers these notes are very act i heavy because i was crying through basically all of act ii

idk if brent like missed his standby cue or something but when brody sang “my brother could’ve been a football star” the lights came up on an empty table with the laundry basket just sitting there 😔 like rip darry i guess he became the very thing he despised

i don't ship chetsoda but for all you chetsoda shippers they had such a good interaction during tulsa 67 today while they were circling brody - they like walked up to each other and got all up in each other's faces

one (1) person gave awkward applause after jason took his shirt off

alex like slid on the gravel and wobbled and almost tripped on his entrance before GGAH which made the audience laugh

tilly started doing the griddy during the first few lines of GGAH 😭

remember when i talked about jpc and anna fake making out in ggah? tilly and jason also did it today so maybe it's just part of their tracks and i haven't been paying attention

henry steve might actually be my fav steve! i've seen him twice now & i love watching his little mannerisms on stage (also he was SO kind to me at the stage door <3 when i gave him the young cuba sticker i made for him he gave me a hug 🥹🥹)

henry steve is SO big brotherly with tilly ace! after ace's "you wish" he went and made a face at her and threw up his arms in a "what the hell" way like he was disappointed in her for flirting with soda LMAO

cannot express how much i LOVE alex dally's opt up on "i'll teach you everything you need to know on how to survive" - it just scratches my brain

when the rest of the gang entered during ritf brody gave the cutest little wave to brent

tilly was sitting between henrys legs on the car during ritf

henry is also the most "soda's best friend" steve i've seen. the two of them were messing around and like poking each other during the entirety of GGAH and during RITF it looked like they were gossiping to each other

before tilly left the stage during RITF jason swung her around in a circle by the waist and she giggled i kind of love them

paid a LOT of attention to alex dally after seeing sequoiia - he is so underrated. definitely a more mature dally who is in control of his emotions. you can tell alex dally has experienced a lot of loss in his life and johnny's death is the breaking point for him.

he was SO gentle with sky during the pre-drive in scene. like he was talking so softly to him. his "trust me, i know" - i FELT it.

chet and trip were lowkey giving brothers through the whole show and i kinda vibe with it. like they were chatting and messing around through the drive-in and during the second jumping scene they had their arms slung around each other

never noticed that in the background during ICTTYAN ace pulls on bev's dress which causes beef between two-bit and brill 😭 and it all happens in slow motion while pony and cherry are singing. it's so goofy

loving the new choice jason has been making lately pre RITF reprise - the aggressively flexing his arms toward pony after saying "no shit that's a soc girl"

during RITF reprise brent threw the bills a little too hard and they went basically offstage and sky helped jason pick them up

hailey's booth mic was ON during run run brother. i could hear every note she sang. i love her voice

alex dally was just as gentle & caring towards johnny during the pre-hopeless war hospital scene. and his tone switch on "i'll snap a soc's neck if i have to" was SCARY

during hopeless war while the greasers are on top of the car darry wraps soda's hand for him

post rumble curtis brothers hug was GOOD today. brody went straight to jason and brent ran to them and gathered them up in his arms :')

so sad this was my first & last time seeing the three of them together. i love seeing curtis bro cover combos but brent brody and jason are genuinely UNMATCHED

sky also missed his cue or something post rumble and when they brought out the hospital bed it was EMPTY and after lights were fully up on the bed sky came speedwalking out in his hospital gown and hopped up onto the table 😭

alex dally pre little brother - his "that's what you get" was SO soft and sad. he wasn't even rough when soda and steve tried to comfort him. he just kind of stepped away from their arms, which is a different interpretation i've never seen before. all the dallys i've seen (aramie, sequoiia, even alex last time i saw him) seem more angry and kind of whip around in that moment like they're going to fight steve and normally darry or someone else will get in between them but that didn't happen today

like he just seemed SO defeated. and his little brother was definitely more grieving than angry. his voice broke during "does anybody care?" and it was so devastating

ace hugging pony from behind during little brother, soda rocking him back and forth...i never get tired of watching it

brent comer man. i have NEVER seen him cry that hard during the table scene. his shoulders were visibly shaking and he was looking away from pony & soda and it genuinely broke my heart. like i managed to stop crying after stay gold ended but when i saw him sobbing at the table i started crying again

i'm gonna miss seeing this show so much guys :( the best way i could've spent my summer i'm so grateful for this cast and this show

[jadeazora]

Generally, imo, the more personal a villain is to the main leads, the worse/more scary I tend to find them.

Like with Volo, he's the only one there for us in our most vulnerable moment when we've been banished to fend for ourselves in the wild, even after we try seeking help with the clans only to get turned down since they're afraid of starting a war. It's likely the player character considered Volo their best friend, so him revealing he was just using us to gather the plates and trying to have Giratina kill us with a smile on his face had to have been pretty traumatic for our character. (Rei even shows signs of it in Masters, he's pretty shocked/nervous around Giratina and Cynthia when they show up to talk to him, and when he senses someone watching him, he gets into a fighting posture.)

With Spinel, there's the spying on the RVT and brainwashing of Liko (plus the rather intimate threat of going into her brain again and erasing her memories of her friends), how he nearly killed the kids in such a slow way, they're likely starving over days in that cave if no one can find them/they can't escape (which Amethio was shown to be incapable of doing on his own), and when they did escape, he used the footage obtained by Beheeyem as "evidence" that Amethio was a traitor and got his grandfather to oust him, him straight-up WINNING in Laqua and using the positive press to slander our heroes so they can't rise back up against him, him blaming Amethio for betraying Gibeon and causing his grandfather's death (so if Ame ever shows back up, he's likely wanted for murder by the other Explorers agents), the fact he experiments with a substance that can destroy the bond between a human and their partner Pokemon, and breaking Liko and Amethio both to the point they had largely given up. At least with Ghetsis, he just made us mad, we could fight back, Spinel had two lead characters in despair.

Unpopular opinion, but Ghetsis, while he's a great, scary villain, has always been a little overhyped since a good amount of his manipulation of N and Team Plasma is off-screen. We still do get a good taste of how nasty he is with him trying to kill us/Lillie and his verbal abuse of N, but imo, that nastier side never really got enough screentime outside of additional media like Masters or the Adventures manga. (Like, he's still definitely the most evil of the mainline villains, I just wish we got more of that ig 😅)

Adding to it, I feel that Spinel and Volo both look less villainous, so they're more surprising with how dangerous they are. In comparison, just one look at this man, and I'm pretty sure we all know who the bad guy was, vs. the guy with the tiny egg baby or the bishie:

[ziiggy-stardvvst]

hi realized its my blog i can nerdpost about whatever i want so have some Thunderbolts headcanons

Yelena:

She doesn't have many pictures, if any, of her and Natasha, so a lot of the photos she DOES have in her room are of her and Nat when they were much younger, from Melina's scrapbook.

She keeps a little air mattress in her room in case Bob needs to spend the night with someone. Or anyone, really. Bob just uses t the most.

Yelena tends to be the voice of reason in the group, alongside Bucky, but they frequently are the voice of reason in different directions. Yelena reasons for one side, Bucky reasons for the other. And they often debate their reasoning out before making final decisions.

She acts like she can't stand Alexei and his antics, but she prefers him there than having him gone. Which is typical of father-daughter duos. Everyone teases her for this. She threatens violence.

Bob:

He's a collector. Trinkets, souvenirs, little bits and bobs from all of the missions he's gone on and places he's been since joining the team. Just in case he forgets again.

He keeps a running list of his likes, dislikes, interests, faves, and the things he knows about people, again, in case he forgets.

He tends to follow Yelena around. At least, tries to be in the same room as her. Especially when he starts struggling with the Void.

Being around Valentina is a sure-fire way to trigger the Sentry, so he limits his contact with her as much as possible.

Bucky:

He doesn't let anyone else handle his metal arm. Alexei tries to sneak it out of the dishwasher at some point to get a good look at it, and it doesn't end well.

Bucky's room in the Tower is Tony Stark's old room. He's constantly haunted by what he did back when he didn't have control over his actions.

He suffers from frequent night terrors and will walk laps around the tower to clear his mind. Sometimes, he runs into Yelena.

He checks in on Mel often because he knows what its like to be taken advantage of by people in positions of power - the last thing he wants is for Mel to get taken advantage of, too.

Alexei:

Everyone hears him before they see him. He's the loudest one on the team (duh), and everyone braces for impact when they hear him.

Doesn't understand what an "off-limits" question is. This frequently starts arguments in the tower.

He likes talking to Bob about all of his stories. Bob is the only one who doesn't groan and walk away or look disinterested the whole time.

Frequently denies updates to his suit. He calls his suit a "Red Guardan Original." So he claims to be "working" on "fitting back into it."

Ava:

She's the girl everyone goes to if they need info on something. She definitely knows the gossip of the tower.

She suffers from chronic pain, so she will frequently use disability aids (canes to help her with balance since phasing in and out of realms causes vertigo and compression sleeves to help with the corresponding pain of unbalanced equilibrium, etc) while in the tower.

Ava also has the fastest and wittiest comebacks out of everyone in the group, with one-liners and quips being the things that end most conversations.

She doesn't have much of an appetite, so she snacks and eats smaller meals. Smaller meals also mean she has less of a chance of phasing in and out while eating.

Walker:

He often accidentally leaves a trail of things around. Not on purpose. Not out of incompetence. But genuinely due to a lack of realization.

Walker thinks that some of the things he does are cooler than they actually are ("Yelena, did you see that spin kick I just did??"). The rest of the team goes along with it.

He and Alexei get along quite well. They exchange war stories and super-soldier tales, and frequently compete to see who got "the better serum."

He's the only one who gets to call Bob "bobby." Most of the time, it's a slip of the tongue - but if anyone else calls him Bobby, he gets protective / defensive.

anyways these are my headcanons, mcu is my special interest prepare for more

[thequasarwinds]

(Tags only directed to previous as they are a moot of mine)

sorry i'm just a man and can only spare one set of clothes per drawing

me when someone experiences voilence and the lesson they learn is kindness

[clumsypuppy]

Atla live action 😐

[todayisafridaynight]

aren’t we getting kiwami 3 eventually? why are some people so upset? /gen

TECHNICALLY rgg just said they'd LIKE to make a YK3, they never said it's a definite plan or it'd happen anytime soon: it depends on if mine's voice actor can come back to reprise his role

as for why some people are upset ermmmmm good question!

[meticulousmaker]

another random thing that stands out to me rewatching Steven Universe as an adult:

throughout the show there's this clear Vibe that Steven has inherited some big magical destiny, right? and it makes sense narratively: he's the son of Rose Quartz, leader of the rebellion, now being raised by her friends who were the last remaining survivors of an interstellar war. he's like a human child in most ways, except he has magical powers that start to become more obvious as he's getting older. no one like him has ever existed before. it's a big deal. raising him and figuring out how he's going to grow is its own unique challenge, because nobody knows what to expect. so of course there's this magical destiny vibe, given all that.

What's interesting to me, though, is that this magical destiny is in no way literally, physically present in the story, it's just something everyone kinda feels. Like, there's not some ancient prophecy about a half-gem, half-human savior. He's not the Chosen One in any literal sense, he just happens to give off Chosen One vibes. And I say that's interesting because it means that the fact he was kinda raised with this Chosen One vibe is completely a decision everyone around him made, for better or for worse. And the show is aware of this, because the weight of Rose's legacy and everyone's expectations of him is a constant theme, and as Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl all grow and develop, they also realize the downsides of them putting those expectations on a child. Like, Steven spends his whole childhood being told about how great Rose was, and how because he's inherited her gem he will probably inherit her powers - and that's not necessarily a bad thing. Imagine how awful things could have been if Steven had no exposure to the Gems and no knowledge of what they were or how they worked, and then his powers started coming in? It was hard enough even when he was surrounded by the most qualified Gem Experts on Earth. But being primed for all of this "you're going to have your mother's magical powers" stuff put a heavy weight on his shoulders, and then the fact that nobody else quite knew how his abilities worked meant he was constantly faced with the adults in his life looking to him with concern because they didn't know what was happening with him. That's gotta leave an impression on a kid - and, well, throughout the show and especially in SU Future we definitely see that it does.

I like the way the show handles the pressure that's put on him, and the fact that everyone is just... trying their best in a completely unprecedented situation. Nobody knows what to do or how to raise this kid, and that inevitably causes problems but everyone is trying. And Steven can feel that everyone is trying without knowing what to do and he just wants to help and not be a burden and none of his caretakers have said that he's a burden but he can feel everyone's confusion and concern and the expectations he's not living up to and he cares so much, about everyone, about everything. He's in an extremely unique position that grants him opportunities to help that nobody else has, and he feels like he's failing everyone if he can't fulfill that, and in the end it never should have been his job to fix things but somebody had to try. Somebody had to try, and he was one of the only people with the ability to stop the Diamonds, stop the war, stop the lies, stop his world and everyone on it from being destroyed... and he was just a kid.

[lovebugism]

Someone knocks at the door while you and rockstar!Eddie are fucking and instead of stopping he goes faster while yelling ‘In a minute’ to the person at the door

the one where your friends keep catching you and eddie having sex (rockstar!eddie universe, established relationship, implied enemies to lovers, cw for smut 18+)

Let it be known, that it would take a nearly apocalyptic nuclear war — or something rapture adjacent, at the very least — for Eddie Munson to stop fucking you. Most people have learned this the hard way. You included.

You’re a panting mess beneath his pale, tattooed form. Eddie’s body, made of milky white silk, grows slick with a fine layer of sweat as he thrusts mercilessly into you. His curls sway around your face each time his lean hips collide with your open thighs. The dull clapping sound that fills the bedroom is punctuated by Eddie’s choked-back groans and your subdued whimpers.

The two of you always make it a point to be polite about your fucking — never quite as loud as you want to be, so as to keep from traumatizing your roommates. Like respectful adults. So it’s entirely Steve’s fault when he barges in with a halfhearted knock like a total psycho.

“Hey, do you guys wanna—” The boy freezes at the sight of his best friends, in a pile beneath the covers, who before now hated each other’s guts. His face screws together like he’s tasted something sour. “Jesus Christ…”

Eddie ceases his thrusts to toss Steve a look over his freckled shoulder. He never moves off of you, effectively shielding your naked body from his view, nor does he pull his stiff cock from your pulsing confines. Much to your horror.

“What?” the wild-haired boy wonders through labored breaths, face flushed red with sex.

“I was gonna ask if you guys wanted to come to the movies with me and Robin,” Steve answers with a roll of his eyes, already on his way out. “But you’re obviously busy—”

“Wait— That new buddy cop movie?” Eddie calls to the boy’s retreating form.

“Eddie!” you hiss through your teeth, filled with panic and distant pleasure, ‘cause the idiot’s trying to have a conversation like he isn’t balls deep inside you. He flashes you a wide-eyed chocolate stare like he’s innocent. “Stop,” you mouth to him.

“Yeah. Start’s at eight.”

“Well, don’t leave us, alright?” he tells him. “We’re coming.”

“Gross,” Steve mumbles and shuts the door behind him.

Eddie turns back to you. His curly bangs are damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead in places. His glowing cheeks are tinted a faint pink color. His lips are swollen and rosy as they curl into a smirk. Sex is written all over his face, painfully so. 

“That pun wasn’t intended, by the way—” Eddie jokes before you swat at his lanky bicep. “Ow!”

—————

A year or more later, you and Corrodded Coffin are selling out venues across the country. The world is a whole lot bigger than The Hideout, apparently. ‘Cause, as it turns out, more than just a couple of drunks care about seeing your band play. 

Somewhere down the line, you and the lead guitarist of said band are more serious about each other than you ever planned to be — much to the dismay of the rest of your bandmates. Not because they hadn’t spent years waiting for you guys to get together (they most definitely had), but because it was virtually impossible to have privacy while living on a tour bus.

Despite your feeble efforts to stay as subtle as possible, it’s dreadfully apparent when you and Eddie are fucking. The door to the bunks slides slowly shut, and Jeff and Gareth wait with walkmans over their ears until it opens again. This time, they flip a coin to decide who has to interrupt.

Gareth loses (‘cause Gareth always loses) and curses under his breath while he knocks on the closed door. 

“Do you guys want food?” you hear him ask over the heavy breathing in your ear. “That fancy ramen place across the bar just offered us dinner.” 

Meanwhile, Eddie Munson is riddled with post-show adrenaline as he all but fucks you stupid. His curly hair is as wild as his glassy eyes, now smokey around the edges with smudged black liner. He keeps his chest flush to your spine as he pounds into you with a primal sort of vigor — one ringed hand curled in your hair, the other gripping the plush of your hip.

“Nah, man!” he calls back, choppy through labored breaths, ‘cause he never stops thrusting into you. You’d be worried about the quiet clapping sound of his hips against your ass if your head weren’t so fuzzy. “We’re good!”

The promise of food reminds you that you haven’t eaten since earlier that day. Suddenly, you’re overcome with unexpected hunger and looming pleasure. 

“Wait, Eds,” you pant. “Food actually sounds really good right now.”

Eddie rolls his eyes in response, even though you both know he’s gonna give you what you want either way. First, a leg-shaking orgasm that you’ll in feel in your limbs for a half hour after it’s over. Second, all the damn ramen you can eat.

“Fuck, fine— Okay, we’re coming!” Eddie shouts. “Just give us, like, ten minutes, will ya?!”

Gareth grumbles faintly from the other side of the sliding glass door. “Yes, master,” you hear him grouse as he stalks off back to the living area of the tour bus — where it’s safe. 

A laugh rumbles in Eddie’s chest as he starts fucking into you again. You bury a whine into your pillow when his balls slap your clit. He presses his mouth to your ear, and you feel his lips curling into a lopsided smile there. “You call me that, and we’ll be outta here in thirty seconds flat, sweetheart.”

[beepborpdoodledorp]

Alright it’s that time again, general ramblings post about Ep 5

I never thought certified silly billy Caine would ever actually scare me but I was proven wrong within the first minute. We definitely all expected him to become really unstable this episode but I can’t imagine many of us were thinking he was going to become violent. (And not in his ‘oblivious to the pain he’s causing others’ way.) Really scared for the players in the future episodes not gonna lie.

It’s not like it’s a huge shock a scene like this happened but I do find it very funny I wrote a one-shot with a nearly identical plot to this back in January

Also just…Jax and Pomni friendship!! I’ve been holding out for their love/hate frenemies bond to develop and I’m honestly surprised it’s happening this soon but I’m not complaining. I read them as having a purely platonic ‘bickering best buds’ dynamic but I’m proud of the funnybunny shippers for eating with this episode

Also where do I even start with these two. They’re just adorable. In a sea of messy emotions and messier relationships it’s so refreshing to see these two just…have a healthy friendship, support each other and enjoy each others’ company. They’re so in love I will die on this hill

I liked Kinger pulling Pomni under the desk to talk to her since he thinks better in the dark! Honestly very sweet of him. Their dynamic makes my heart happy

Was just trying to find a good screenshot of the anime segment to talk about how funny it was but then I spotted TGD Easter eggs on the bulletin board! Just thought it was neat

I do find it both kinda funny and fascinating how all of these lines up with the fanbase’s most popular headcanons. I know a lot of this could just be inferred from the previous episodes (and in Pomni’s case her being an accountant was just confirmed outright before) but the fact these all lined up nearly to a T to the most common interpretations of them just goes to show how well the fanbase knows these characters. It took wading through some content farming but Goose struck the right audience eventually

Found it interesting that Pomni didn’t vote for Jax to be put in the maid dress. They bonded pretty damn quick lol

I think all of us were expecting a scene like this at some point but I wasn’t thinking Pomni was going to be involved like this. It’s interesting how Jax and Ragatha are basically doing a tug-of-war over her, denying her of her agency and trying to project their own ideals onto her. I expected Pomni to play peacekeeper but I wasn’t expecting her to be a pawn in the middle of this argument. Honestly that’s just scratching the surface of this scene’s nuances, Jax and Ragatha are such fantastic foils to each other and I am very glad Ragatha finally got to have her crash out moment

Also I know there is a TON of analysis that could be made just off this one expression but just look at him for a moment. stupid man

I did find it very funny that Evil Pomni curses with basically the same frequency I write regular Pomni lol

This fucking mannequin dude…I was on the fence if they were actually plot relevant or just a running Easter egg and it definitely looks like the former’s the case. Can’t wait to find out what this guy’s deal is

Also how dare they call me out like this

[smileysuh]

auction

🌙 starring. Mark & Hyuck x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview.“ Basically, I minor in statistics, so I made a spreadsheet based on threesome success probability and factors. I wanted someone with a lot of experience, someone who may have had a three-way before and would diffuse any awkward energy.” Your gaze shifts to Hyuck, and it’s clear he’s the candidate for that position. “But I also wanted someone soft,” now you look at Mark, “someone who doesn’t sleep around a lot, so I could feel equal in some ways. I wanted to have people who are, in some regards, opposites, so that it would feel cohesive for me… does that make sense?”

cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, threesome, multiple reader orgasms, pussy eating, body worship, fingering, overstim, blow jobs, hand jobs, Eiffel Tower/Spit Roasting, double penetration, praise, dirty talk, face fucking, etc… I petnames. (hers) baby. 

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 5.9k

🍭 aus. frat au,  etc...

☀️ mlist + an. thought this would be a funny fanfic idea and I've always enjoyed exploring the dynamic between Mark and Hyuck when it comes to a threesome

Prologue

“And so,” Johnny says, addressing the living room full of frat boys, “after a democratic and anonymous vote, it’s been decided that this year, our charity event to raise money for the local food bank, is going to be… drumroll please: a date auction.”

Mark’s heart sinks immediately. This whole ‘democratic process’ just goes to show how horny all his fratmates are- there had been a number of legitimate ideas for the charity event. Mark had voted for the bake sale and talent show; hell, he would have even taken the car wash idea a little more seriously than this.

 One look around the room tells Mark that the majority of guys are happy about the decision, but Mark catches Taeyong and Doyoung both looking a little skeptical.

Most of the NCT frat guys are extroverted, but for the shy types, this whole thing is setting up to be a nightmare.

Mark’s a computer science major, for Christ’s sake, he’s only in a frat because two of his best friends joined, and he didn’t want to be left out. He hadn’t realized date auction charity events were even a real thing, and for a guy who doesn’t really date, Mark is mortified.

“Cheer up, lesser Lee,” Hyuck grins, patting Mark on the back, “you might get lucky from this. You know, if anyone actually bids on you.”

One:

You’re at the auction, and you have a goal in mind as you hold your bidding paddle tight in your hand.

There’s a general understanding about who will get the most bids, and when a bidding war breaks out for a date with star basketball player Jaehyun, and is settled for six hundred full dollars —well, you’re a little worried about your strategy.

“You still planning on grabbing two guys?” your friend Selene asks, nudging your shoulder. She’s just successfully won a date with Lee Jeno, whom she’s had a crush on since first year, and she’s five hundred short for it.

“I did the statistics,” you tell her, “and I think Hyuck is the one I have to worry about.”

“He’s a ladies' man,” she agrees. “But Mark Lee is pretty cute, too.”

“He’s shy,” you insist. “I think I can lowball him.”

Selene lets out a chuckle. “This is feminism at its finest. Us girls, bidding on hot frat boys- God, I love living in the twenty-first century.”

You crack a smile, and when the time arrives, you hold up your paddle for Hyuck.

He’s doing his best to rally the crowd, but you think his man-whoring reputation is going against him. You know of at least three girls here tonight who have gotten lucky with Hyuck for free, and they’re definitely not bidding on him now, not when Johnny Suh is yet to be auctioned.

You manage to secure your auctioned date with Lee Donghyuck for three hundred dollars, and you do your best to remind yourself that the money is going to a good cause. 

Later, Mark Lee gets on stage, and as you’d predicted, he’s low on the totem pole for many women in the crowd. Sure, he’s more desirable than the stoic business major, Kim Doyoung, but not as high as he should be for someone with such a cute face and sweet temperament.

You get Mark Lee for a hundred and fifty dollars, chalking your losses up to four hundred and fifty, which, at the end of the night, isn’t actually that bad for a date with two hot men.

Your heart is racing when you’ve finally reached your goal of winning both Mark and Hyuck, and a deep breath escapes you.

You have a plan, and there’s no turning back now.

Two:

“You look hot,” Hyuck grins as he pulls you in for a hug, letting his hand linger a little low on the small of your back.

“Thank you,” you smile, your gaze turning to Mark. “You both look quite handsome.”

Hyuck can’t help the scoff that escapes him. It’s been a mystery all week - well, since the auction - as to why a hot girl like you would want a date with both him and Mark. You don’t have a reputation for being a party girl or someone who hooks up with a lot of dudes, so Hyuck’s pretty confused about the whole situation.

Hyuck watches you give Mark a hug, and then the three of you sit down at the table.

You’re in the back corner of an on-campus restaurant, and despite the low-key vibe of all the student-affordable food spots, you’re all dressed up. Hyuck’s in dress pants and a white dress shirt, no jacket. Mark’s fully in a suit, and Hyuck’s pretty sure it’s the one he wore to the winter formal a few months ago.

And you… Well, you’re in a silky red dress that’s hugging your body in all the right places.

Hyuck can’t take his eyes off you.

“I bet you’re both wondering why I bid on you,” you start, letting out a breath.

“Most girls try to stick to one date,” Hyuck agrees, although the girl who won the Jaehyun bid last week did also try to take a run at Johnny- she lost, by a couple of hundred dollars.  

“Well,” you swallow thickly, and it’s clear from the way you’re unable to meet their gazes that you’re feeling shy about this whole thing. “I kind of have this uh… sex bucket list thing.”

“Huh?” Hyuck’s jaw drops, and he turns to look at Mark, who is just as shocked as he is.

“I know, it sounds awful-” You shake your head, as if you can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. “It’s this thing my friends and I made in our first year in uni. Just a list of, you know, coming-of-age sex things we wanted to try while we’re in school. And, well, I’m sure you guys know I’m not a huge partier, so the opportunity for a threesome has never come up.”

“Why Mark, though?” Hyuck blurts out, unable to help himself.

“Hm?”

“Why did you pick Mark?” Hyuck repeats. “I mean, it’s obvious why you chose me, but why him?”

“Hey!” Mark objects, but the word is dejected on his lips nonetheless.

“Basically, I minor in statistics, so I made a spreadsheet based on threesome success probability and factors. I wanted someone with a lot of experience, someone who may have had a three-way before and would diffuse any awkward energy.” Your gaze shifts to Hyuck, and it’s clear he’s the candidate for that position. “But I also wanted someone soft,” now you look at Mark, “someone who doesn’t sleep around a lot, so I could feel equal in some ways. I wanted to have people who are, in some regards, opposites, so that it would feel cohesive for me… does that make sense?”

Hyuck thinks about it for a few moments. “I mean, I guess if you’re doing statistics on a threesome, that makes some sense. You probably factored in cost at the event and knew Mark would be a cheap buy.”

“Hey!” Mark says again, louder this time.

From the shaky breath you let out, Hyuck - a psychology major - can tell he’s hit the nail on the head, and it makes him laugh. “You really did your homework on this one, huh?”

“I’m top of my class,” you admit.

“Paying money to get a date with two guys, with the intention of propositioning them for a threesome,” Hyuck shakes his head and lets out a whistle. “Well, this seems a little backward.”

“So I assume you’re in?”

“I’m in,” Hyuck nods.

Both of you turn to look at Mark, whose ears have turned red. “I uh…” Mark takes a sip of his water. “Let me think about it.”

Three:

Mark’s hanging out in his room and studying when someone pushes his door open. At first, he thinks it’s probably his roommate, Jaemin, but when he looks up, he notices Hyuck has launched himself onto one of the beds.

“So?” Hyuck asks.

“Huh?”

“So, threesome or no threesome?” 

“Uh…” Mark swallows the lump in his throat. “I don’t know yet.”

“I get it,” Hyuck sighs. “You’ve never had one, you’re worried about positions and being near each other’s dicks and shit like that. Don’t worry, we can Eiffel Tower.”

“Eiffel Tower?”

“You know, spit roast.” 

“What’s that mean?” Mark asks.

Hyuck lets out a scoff. “Wow, you really are innocent. Eiffel Tower and Spit Roast means like… one of us is in her pussy and one is in the mouth, so we’re not really close to each other. Do you never watch porn?”

“Uh…” Mark rubs the back of his neck. He’s a frat boy, of course, he watches porn. But… he tends to gravitate to female porn only, the gentle stuff. Any videos with men always get too rough and aggressive for Mark, and he always wonders like… are those girls really okay with what’s happening? Do they actually enjoy it? Do their families know they’re out here getting railed by some bald dude with a twelve-inch dick? Is the dick even real?

“You know, if you don’t want to do it, Jeno would probably jump at the chance,” Hyuck muses.

“No-” the word tumbles from Mark’s lips before he can stop it. “I uh… I want to, I just… I don’t want you talking down to me and shit because I’ve never had a threesome.”

“I can play nice,” Hyuck assures him. “Look, it’s on her bucket list, we’ve gotta give it to her, right? It’s our… charitable duty.”

“She paid to have dinner with us, I think the school, frat, and foodbank would draw the line at us claiming we’re having a threesome with her because she ‘won us’ at an auction.”

Hyuck rolls his eyes. “I was joking.”

“Oh.”

“God, you really do have the humour of a paper weight.” 

Mark sighs. It’s not his fault that he takes this sort of thing seriously.

He’s not a virgin in any sense of the word, but he’s also not a manwhore like Hyuck.

Mark’s given the whole thing some thought, and he can see what you wanted him to be part of this. Mark isn’t about to let the whole thing turn into some weird threesome porn fetish thing where they’re talking down to you-

“I also don’t want any degradation,” Mark states. 

“But degradation can be fun!” Hyuck insists. “I bet she’d love being called out little cock whore, our little cum slut.”

Mark narrows his eyes at Hyuck. “Those are very derogatory terms.”

“Fine. Any other rules, mister vanilla?”

“Just, don’t be an asshole, okay?”

Hyuck makes an exasperated sound, but he ends up nodding. “I’ll do my best.”

Four:

You can’t believe this is actually happening.

When Hyuck had texted you that Mark was into the idea of a threesome, you’d deep-cleaned your entire apartment, had an ‘everything shower,’ and even bought some new scented candles to make sure everything would be perfect.

Now, here you are, sitting on your couch with Mark and Hyuck.

Your heart is racing, and while you know where this evening is headed, you’re not sure how to initiate anything.

“How about you tell us what you like?” Hyuck starts.

“Uh…” You swallow thickly. “Obviously I want to cum tonight.”

“Obviously,” Hyuck scoffs, as if your orgasm was a given.

“So… eating me out? I like being eaten out. I like clit stuff.” Your skin is heating as you admit these things. “I think… no anal. I know I wanted a threesome, but I’m not ready for that type of double penetration.”

“I was thinking spit roasting anyway,” Hyuck nods. You stay quiet for a moment, and Hyuck’s gaze moves to his frat brother. “Mark has some rules too.”

“Oh?” You turn to look at the quieter of the two.

“I just… I’m not into degradation. I don’t want us to be making you feel dirty or anything,” Mark admits. 

“I agree with that,” you tell him.

“I’m not super into the rough stuff,” the computer science major continues. “The last thing I’d ever want to do is cause pain or anything.”

“Basically, we have Mister Slow and Gentle over here,” Hyuck sighs.

“I can be okay with that.” You pause to think about it. “But, Hyuck, if you want to be a little rougher, I think I’d be okay with that too.”

“You did say you wanted balance,” Hyuck grins. “Do you have any toys?”

“Yeah.” 

“How about we move this to the bedroom and you show us?” he suggests.

You swallow another lump in your throat and nod, rising to your feet. The two men follow you to your bedroom, where you retrieve your small box of sex toys from the closet.

Hyuck’s already taken a seat on your bed, but Mark is clearly more hesitant about all of this, and he stays standing while you join Hyuck on the mattress.

“So,” you open the box, pulling out your black wand vibrator, “this one is my favourite.”

“Cordless, nice.” Hyuck takes the device from you, inspecting it, then his gaze dips to the box. “You have some more hardcore shit in here, huh?”

He picks up a pair of nipple clamps.

“I mean… my sex bucketlist was to try new things, and I did try them,” you confess, “but I didn’t like most of them, if I’m being honest.”

Hyuck snaps the clamps at you. “What didn’t you like about these?”

“I just feel like I’d rather have a mouth on my nipples than a clamp.”

“Valid.” Hyuck sets down the beaded clamps and picks up a butt plug. “And how about this, little miss no anal?”

“Way too much prep needed for anal, and then there’s the lube, and then trying to relax- the plug was enough for me, let alone a whole cock, you know?”

“Can’t say I’ve ever had anything up my ass,” Hyuck chuckles, “so I’ll take your word for it.”

You can feel yourself starting to relax. Hyuck is helping with the jitters. He’s so calm about this, and you’re glad you chose him; however, he’s also being somewhat tame. He’s not as aggressive or lustful as you’d thought he would be, and you wonder if Mark has anything to do with this.

It was nice to hear Mark has his own boundaries, and they’re boundaries about your treatment, not his own. Mark had also been a good idea, and you think your statistics really hit the nail on the head with this one.

“So here’s what I’m thinking,” Hyuck sighs. “Mark is probably more weirded out by me than I am of him-”

“What?” Mark interjects.

“I mean, if I eat her pussy, then you eat her pussy, you’ll probably be weird about my spit being there and just, shit like that,” Hyuck waves his hand. “If I cum in her first, and you go second, you’ll be weird about my cum on your dick. But since I’ve had a couple of threesomes already, those aren’t things that bother me. And as much as I like being the person who goes first, for the sake of your statistics and everything, I’m willing to tone my shit down so you’re both comfortable.”

You stare at Hyuck for a few moments, processing what he’s just said.

“That’s actually a really nice offer,” you tell him.

“I’m generous like that,” Hyuck shrugs. “But at the same time, I don’t have all the patience in the world. We’ve been here for like fifteen minutes, and we’re all still fully clothed, so I think we should fix that.”

You and Mark exchange a glance.

Hyuck sighs audibly. “Okay, how about this, since you two are shy, how about I leave the room for a minute or two, grab a drink from the fridge or something, and let you two get comfortable?”

You nod, and Hyuck walks away.

“Are you okay with this?” you ask Mark once you’re alone.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just confused about the whole bucket list thing. You seem like a really nice girl. You’re attractive and smart- why would you need to proposition us?”

“It’s like I told you, statistics.” You let out a breath. “The two of you are frat brothers. You know each other, so that helps. Plus, I assume frats have a lot of no-strings-attached sex. You’re not just two friends I met who I could proposition and maybe have issues… do you know what I mean?”

“I guess.” Mark swallows thickly. “Frat boys are manwhores, so you could find two guys who would likely have a threesome with you who it would affect too much.”

“Yeah, no bickering, no fighting to date me afterward, just a check in my bucket list.” You sigh. “But, at the same time, I didn’t want Hyuck and Jeno, those two have a reputation together. Sure, I could have hit on Johnny, but that would have felt a little weird for some reason. I don’t know, you and Hyuck just made sense to me.”

Mark nods. “As long as you’re sure about this.”

“I’m sure.”

You stand up, approaching Mark.

He stays still as you rest your hands on his shoulders. “Can I kiss you?” you ask.

“Yeah.”

You notice the way his gaze dips down to your lips, then back up. As you slowly close the distance, his eyes flutter shut.

It’s a very soft kiss, and you can feel his body starting to relax as you shift closer. Then, his hands find your hips, and the experience deepens.

You’re both softies, and you can feel that in one another. It lowers the tension a little, but your heart is racing in your ribcage nonetheless.

Mark parts his lips, and your tongues meet, causing you to groan. He holds you even tighter, and you love the sensation of your breasts pressed to his chest.

Slowly, Mark leads you toward the bed, and he starts by removing his own shirt first.

You mirror the action, and Mark lays you down onto the mattress, his lips meeting yours again.

You like the weight of him on top of you, and his lips descend to your throat. He takes his time there, finding your sweet spot while more moans begin to slip out of you.

Then, he moves further down, pressing soft kisses to the swell of your breasts.

You’re a little shocked when the descent continues, and Mark shifts onto his knees on the floor. He grabs your sweatpants, looking up at you. “Can I take these off?”

“Uh huh.” 

Mark. Sweet, soft, shy Mark- pulling off your sweatpants gently before kissing up your leg. 

You’d expected him to go slower, but you think you’ve underestimated the fact that this is still a frat boy between your legs, albeit different from the ones you’ve heard about.

Frat boys have a reputation for lots of sex, but sex that’s not always satisfying for the women they’re with.

Lee Jeno, for example, is known for his high body count, it’s in double digits- nearly triple if you believe the gossip. But his count on women he’s actually bothered to make orgasm? Potentially numbered with one, maybe two hands. 

Mark hooks his fingers in your panties, and you lift your hips, allowing him to get your lower half naked.

There’s an anticipation in the air that’s palpable, and you look down at Mark, watching him kiss up your calf, then your thigh.

“You can tell me what to do, if you want,” Mark says, adjusting your legs so you’re practically spread-eagled for him.

You release a shuddery breath. “Okay.” 

Mark leans forward, and he takes his first lick of your pussy. Your head falls back against the bed, and your eyes close from the sensation, a moan escaping you when he circles his tongue around your clit.

“That’s good,” you tell him.

Mark sucks more of your sensitive bud into his mouth, and your legs twitch. He continues to eat you out like this, focusing on your clit more so than your slit, but you had told him that was a preference of yours. 

You hear a sharp breath, and you open your eyes to find Hyuck standing in the doorway watching you.

“Looks like I’m not the only person who’s impatient,” Hyuck muses with a grin. “Do you have room for one more?”

Mark doesn’t even lift his head from between your thighs, and you get the sense that he’s trying to ignore his frat brother. But you wanted a threesome, and you want the full extent of the experience.

“Come,” you tell Hyuck, motioning him over.

Hyuck joins you on the mattress, and the first thing he does is lean down to kiss you.

There’s no slow and gentle with Hyuck, the kiss is immediately passionate, his tongue swiping across your own with record speed.

One of his hands reaches out to grope your breast, and you groan at the sensation, hips wiggling for more stimulus from Mark.

Two sets of mouths pleasuring you is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, and your core throbs at the idea of it.

“Let me get your bra off,” Hyuck tells you, breaking the kiss to reach under your body and undo the clasp.

A moment later, you’re completely bare for the two men, and Hyuck immediately leans down to suck your nipple into his mouth.

You tangle your fingers into his hair, moaning desperately as the two men worship you together.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer, and after swallowing the lump in your throat, you decide to speak. “Mark, can you put two fingers into me? Just suck on my clit, please- and Hyuck, don’t stop with my tits, I’m so close!”

The two men are good listeners. Mark immediately adjusts, his mouth lifting to focus on your sensitive bud while two fingers slip into your soaked core. Hyuck goes even harder on your chest, massaging your free breast while he sucks on your nipple roughly.

You cry out from the sensation, your whole body tingling on the precipice-

Mark curls his fingers upward, ramming into your g-spot, and you explode immediately.

Your core clamps down on Mark’s digits while a strangled gasp escapes you, your body flooded with pleasure. It consumes you, and the pleasure doesn’t stop- it continues, both men working you through your high without a sign of wanting to stop.

Hyuck and Mark are both beginning to groan now, clearly loving the sounds you make when you cum.

When your pussy stops clamping down on Mark’s fingers, he removes them. One last lick of your pussy has him pulling away, and Hyuck does the same.

“My turn,” he announces, and when he gets off the bed to tear his shirt off, you notice the massive bulge in his pants.

Hyuck quickly gets onto his knees, and he’s not shy about taking a lick of your pussy right after Mark had been there. No, Hyuck dives in, and you squeal, your clit still sensitive.

Hyuck’s more of a tongue fucker kind of guy though, using his nose to stimulate your clit while he pushes his wet muscle as deep inside of you as it can go.

Mark stands up, letting out a sigh and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Come here,” you tell him. “I want to suck you off.”

Mark’s chest immediately flushes with colour, and it’s so endearing that a man who just ate you out could be so shy about you returning the favour.

The shy computer science major takes off his pants, and soon, he’s as naked as you are.

His cock is average size, nothing to gawk at, but nothing to laugh at either. No, it will fit perfectly inside of you, and when he joins you on the bed, you put it to the test by grabbing the base and bringing the tip to your mouth. 

Hyuck’s still devouring your pussy, and you find yourself moaning around Mark’s cock, enjoying the act of pleasing and being pleasured.

Mark’s already groaning above you, and he reaches down to pet your head.

It’s a little hard to suck him off like this, spread eagle for Hyuck, your neck twisted at an odd angle- so soon, Mark begins to gently thrust, fucking your face and giving you time to adjust to it.

He hits a little too deep by accident, and you feel your pussy clamp down, body jolting with pleasured surprise.

Hyuck pulls away from your core, and a second later, two of his fingers press inside of you. You can feel his eyes as he begins to finger fuck your core, and you get the sense that Hyuck likes to watch people have sex.

Your body is tingling from all of this, overwhelmed in the best possible way.

“You look good sucking his cock, baby,” Hyuck groans. “Can’t wait for you to suck on mine.”

You whimper in response, hollowing your cheeks even more for Mark.

Hyuck must grow tired of watching however, because his mouth returns to your pussy. He sucks your clit between his plump lips, and you can feel yourself racing toward the edge again.

You can’t help but pull off of Mark, stroking him while you look down at Hyuck.

“Just like that,” you gasp. “Fuck, I’m close again-”

“Want you to cum for us,” Mark tells you, wrapping his hand around your own so he can help you pump him off while Hyuck brings you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” you whimper, throwing your head back, your eyes clenching shut.

Hyuck sucks lewdly on your clit, and your legs twitch, your second orgasm exploding inside of you.

Your muscles scream as pleasure rolls through you again, your entire body spasming as the waves overtake you.

“You look so pretty like this,” Mark whispers, and his wholesome praises make you tingle even more. 

Hyuck’s still finger fucking you, but he’s going slower now, letting you recuperate after two back-to-back orgasms.

“Do you think you’re ready for us?” the man between your thighs asks.

“Definitely.”

The two men look at each other, and Hyuck sighs. “Okay, Mark, how about you fuck her doggy while she sucks me off? Does that work for everyone?”

You find it almost comical how accommodating Hyuck is trying to be, and it shows that he’s putting in effort.

Mark nods, and both men adjust. You take a moment to recuperate, but then you get onto your hands and knees, watching Hyuck take off his jeans and underwear.

Hyuck is thicker than Mark, and it makes your mouth drool as Mark gets situated behind you.

He’s standing up, and you’re perched by the edge of the mattress, giving space for Hyuck as he gets onto his knees in front of you.

“Try not to choke,” Hyuck teases, grabbing the base of his cock so he can tap the tip against your awaiting tongue.

You hear Mark scoff behind you, but he’s rubbing his own cock through your soaked pussy lips.

Both men enter you at once, and you realize where the term ‘spit roasting’ comes from.

It’s a bit of a shock, but you adjust quickly, especially since Mark is moving slowly. He’s giving your body time to adjust to his size after having only had fingers so far. Hyuck, on the other hand, is betraying himself; his more aggressive/needy side is starting to show through.

Hyuck’s face fucking you, it’s not deep, but it’s fast already, and he has a grip on the back of your head to hold you still. You don’t mind, though, because he’s already groaning, and the sound is like music to your ears.

“You have such a good mouth,” Hyuck tells you. “Can you take more?”

You moan around him, and Hyuck slows his pace, testing the waters to push in deeper. You feel yourself gag around him, and both men groan. 

“Too deep,” Hyuck tells himself, pulling out ever so slightly. 

Mark, meanwhile, smooths his hands along your hips, getting a grip on you. He’s fucking you deeper now, still at a slow and steady pace, but deeper, and the feeling is absolutely euphoric.

“Bet Mark feels good,” Hyuck muses. “Bet you like having us both in you like this.”

You whimper, looking up at Hyuck as a wordless affirmation.

“Mark didn’t want me to call you a cock slut tonight,” Hyuck sighs, continuing to fuck your face. “So what if I say you’re a good cock angel for us, huh? That’s not breaking any degradation rules, is it?”

If you weren’t so pleasured and desperate, the whole thing would be comical, but instead, his words make you even wetter.

“She’s a good girl,” Mark agrees, hand smoothing up your back.

“After this, you’re never going to want to be with just one dude again,” Hyuck warns. “But that’s okay, I think we both like you, if you want to do this again, I know we’d both be into it.”

You’re in too much of a lust-fueled haze to think too hard about what Hyuck’s just said, after all, in the heat of the moment, you think you’d want to give this another go, too. You’d said a one-time threesome for your bucket list, but the reality of the situation is that you’re very much in danger of wanting to call these two frat boys up again sometime soon.

You close your eyes, pushing the thoughts away so you can focus on the pleasure.

Mark’s pace is increasing, and so are his sounds.

You think they must both be pretty riled up from the foreplay, and that’s alright with you.

Hyuck must notice too, because he slows down and pulls out of your mouth. “Why don’t you tell Mark how badly you want to be filled up?”

You groan, still trying to catch your breath. “I want it.”

“Bet you can’t wait for both of our loads to be filling you, huh?” Hyuck continues.

“Fuck, so full,” you whimper, too dazed to think coherently.

Mark fucks you even faster, his grip tightening on your hips.

Now that Hyuck’s not in your mouth, your sounds fill the room, and soon, Mark lets out a strangled sound. “I’m cumming,” he announces, thrusts faltering as he pushes in as deep as he can go.

You can feel Mark throbbing inside of you, filling you up while you moan against the bed.

He’s panting, and you can feel his breath against your back, which makes you shiver, body erupting with tingles.

Hyuck waits a respectable ten seconds, then he nods. “My turn.”

Mark pulls out of you, and just like that, Hyuck’s flipping you onto your back. He slots between your thighs, tapping his cock against your core.

“You’re dripping, baby,” Hyuck grins. “Might as well plug you.”

His cock slips easily into your soaked core, and you both groan.

“Mark, hand me the vibrator,” Hyuck instructs, and you watch the tired computer science major pass over the toy.

“So here’s what we’re going to do,” Hyuck sighs. “I’m going to put a pillow under your lower back so you’re adjusted upward for me, then I’m going to slowly fuck you with this vibrator on your clit. We can cum together, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, body tingling with anticipation.

Hyuck gets onto his knees and helps you get the pillow under your form. You enjoy the new angle of your body, especially when Hyuck takes a test thrust and hits your sweet spot.

“That’s it,” he grins. “Now for the vibe.”

The toy buzzes to life, and Hyuck doesn’t even bother with the low settings; he goes straight to high, and your heart races.

“Bet this is going to make you go wild,” Hyuck muses, slowly bringing the vibrator to your core.

You let out a gasp and a strangled whine when it makes contact, but Hyuck grabs you by the hip with his free hand to hold you in place.

“No wiggling away,” he tuts, rubbing the vibrator from side to side while he does a few test thrusts. 

God, your whole body feels on fire, muscles tensing again.

“You’re tight,” Hyuck notes. “Bet it feels good.”

“Feels so good,” you confirm, your eyes rolling into the back of your head while you give in to the pleasure.

Hyuck’s still fucking you slowly, and you get the sense he really wants you to cum hard on his cock before he goes buck wild and fucks you the way he wants to fuck you.

You shiver with anticipation of it, focusing on the way your body is reacting to the stimulus on your clit.

Sometimes men go too hard with the fucking while they have a vibe on you, and it can be hard to concentrate on just one pleasure. No, Hyuck knows what he’s doing, and you find yourself unraveling quickly.

“Just like that,” you tell him, clawing at the bed.

“How about you take the vibrator, a woman knows her own body best,” Hyuck suggests.

You do as you’re told, grabbing the toy with shaky fingers.

He’s right. You know the right pressure, the right motions, and soon, you’re whimpering loudly, eyes clenching shut as you barrel closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum on my cock, baby,” Hyuck tells you. “Want to feel it.”

You’re panting, muscles tight- 

Hyuck reaches forward, pinching your nipple gently, and it’s the last stimulus you need to fall over the edge.

You let out a strangled moan, your orgasm overtaking you.

The moment your pussy clamps down on Hyuck, he grabs your hips, and that’s when he begins to truly fuck you.

He’s not holding anything back, your body jolting back and forth, manhandled as he fucks you like a ragdoll.

You toss the vibrator to the side to give him more room to work with, and you swear you see stars as he rails you.

“Fuck, so fucking tight-” Hyuck grunts.

It’s as your orgasm is subsiding that his finally hits, and Hyuck releases a moan, grip extremely tight on your hips as he tries to fuck you through it.

You’re both gasping, and when Hyuck slumps forward, you grab his shoulders, pulling his body down toward you.

You cling onto him, feeling so full in the best possible way.

After a few moments, you sense movement, and you open your eyes to see Mark standing there. He’s in sweatpants, and he’s holding what looks to be a wet cloth in his hand.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Mark suggests.

Hyuck groans, rolling off of you. “Is it just me, or are we going to have to do this again?”

Mark’s eyes shift to you. You’d told him at the start that you’d chosen them because you’d assumed this would be a no-strings-attached kind of arrangement.

Regardless of your ‘statistics’ and your ‘plan’, you find yourself letting out a laugh. “We definitely have to do this again.” 

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Hello! I remembered this trend on TikTok where gfs would pick their bfs up and sit them on the counter. I was wondering how Mark and his variants would react to their normal civilian gf doing that to them (or attempting to—). It doesn’t have to be anything long! It can just be short descriptions (if you end up taking this request). 🙏

“Sit. Stay. Counter.”

Note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. This is the cutest, thirstiest, most deranged and adorable request you could’ve given me after the symphony of smut I've published.

Warnings: Possible, but minor war crime... Oh, and some sexual tension. (Everybody's a freak-bob cause I couldn't resist.) Special request at the end.

Synopsis: In which you, a mere civilian with either questionable upper body strength or pure audacity, attempt to lift various overpowered Viltrumite men and sit them on the kitchen counter like they’re your pretty little trophy husbands.

Mainstream Mark/Variants x Fem!Reader (could be GN, “she” is only mentioned in monologue moments.) WC: 2,585

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Mainstream Mark You try to play it cool and act like you’re just walking into the kitchen to kiss him, but your hands suddenly slide to his hips. Mark’s mid-sentence when he freezes, eyes narrowing with mild confusion and a flush creeping up his neck. He chokes on air. Like, actually makes a startled noise because he doesn’t expect it—you lifting him?! “Wait—woah—are you trying to lift me right now?? Babe??” He ends up doing a little hop to help you, laughing nervously, and then sitting there grinning while you kiss his nose like you just won a prize. And you do it! You actually manage to get him up there with a grunt and a full-body lift. That’s enough to make him freeze in awe, stammer a protest, and then immediately try to take over. He's bashful but secretly really into it. His legs swinging like a kicked puppy who just found out he’s got a hot girlfriend with strong arms and intentions. He keeps glancing down at you, smiling like he’s trying not to make it a Thing™… but he’s definitely thinking about it during sex later. Internal Monologue: She’s… trying to lift me? She’s actually—wait, she’s serious. Okay. Okay, don’t make a sound. Don’t ruin it. Act casual. Act like this isn’t the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you. Is it weird if I help? No, don’t help, she might stop. Holy shit—she’s strong. I’m marrying her. We’re already married. Is it weird if I say thank you? I’m gonna say thank you. Oh my god, I’m hard—how am I already hard?! FOCUS.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

Mark immediately tries to help you. Like, sweet-boy trying to do a little hop into your arms. When it doesn’t work, he laughs, wraps his arms around you, and says, “You trying to carry me or climb me?” And then he picks YOU up, kisses you stupid, and places you on the counter instead like the princess you are. You’re upset, but this is less embarrassing than the way your knees knocked when you tried.

You two doom-scroll until you’re caught up on the latest trends, his camera roll is FILLED with videos.

｡𖦹°‧ No Goggles Mark You don’t even get a chance to lift him. The moment your hands settle at his hips and you square your stance, his head tilts slowly, lips curled into a "what the fuck are you doing?" grin. He stands there like a little shit, just barely helping, making himself heavy on purpose so you struggle. When you get him halfway and grunt in frustration, he’s already giggling. “Oh no, my weak little arms, I’m too precious to be carried—” BUT he lets you do it ABSOLUTELY. And sits up there all relaxed, legs dangling, eyes wide like you’ve just unlocked a new level of hotness he wasn’t prepared for. He’s biting his lip, watching you like you just grew a second head.  “Dude… that was so hot, I think my dick twitched. No, wait, it definitely twitched.

”You finally get him up there and he melts. Full on spreads his thighs, hands braced behind him, eyes half-lidded like he’s beckoning you to challenge him. He leans in all cocky, asks if you’re manhandling can be a daily occurrence, he strives to irritate and entice. Internal Monologue: Oh my god. Oh my god, she’s doing it. She’s gonna lift me. This is it. This is the moment I fall in love again. God, I love this woman. Look at her face—so determined. So serious. She’s feral. She’s hot. I should say something gross. No, worse. Feral. Say something feral. Should I ask her to grip me while she’s at it? No, wait—what if I fake being heavier so she gets mad? Yeah. Yeah, this is peak romance.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

He laughs, obnoxiously loud, and then says, “Okay, wait, no no—do it again. I swear I’ll behave. Kind of.” When you give up through bated breaths, he leans down, “You know what happens now, right?” Then he just drops to his knees, palms on your hips, mouth already moving toward your inner thigh. Failure means nothing. He's thriving.

凸( •̀_•́ )凸 Mohawk Mark You don’t ask or warn, more or less appearing like an apparition to try. The second you do, he plants his feet and makes it difficult on purpose. “The hell are you doing?” he mutters, brow arched, not moving an inch. He’s gonna make you work for it. Full smirk, arms crossed, with an amused gleam in his eyes. He wants to see if you’re serious. “You think you can move me? C’mon, then. Show me.”  If you get him even halfway up? He’s shocked—but laughs.

The second you groan, he grins and not in a mocking way, but like he’s daring you to earn it. Eventually, you throw your full weight into it and manage to boost him up, and he lets out a sharp exhale like he wasn’t ready to be dominated like that. But now? His eyes are locked.

“You trying to flip the script on me, babe?” he mutters, grinning. “That’s cute.” He doesn’t move. Just pulls you between his legs, forearms on your shoulders, already hard from the show of strength. He loves when you challenge him. His chin nuzzles within the splayed hairs of your mohawk, utterly plotting. Internal Monologue: Ain’t no way she’s trying this. There’s no way. She knows I weigh like 180, right? All muscle? What is she—wait, is she gritting her teeth? Oh shit, she’s serious. Okay, hold on—do I let her? Nah, make her work for it. Just a little. Play it cool. Act smug. Maybe flex a little. She likes the fight. And when she gets me up there? Game on. She’s gonna regret this—in the best possible way.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

He stares down at you with an amused smirk and doesn’t budge. “Oh, babe. You're adorable.” Then he scoops you up like you’re nothing, walks you over to the counter, and spanks your ass as he sets you down. A genuine cackle crawls from his throat as he watches you squirm. Somehow in that amount of time you produced a bucket of sweat.

This is now free rein for you two to begin mischievous plots together. ദ്ദി/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ Omni Mark 

He blinks… slowly, then squints. He knows what you’re doing the second you square your stance. And he lets you try with a silent but palpable curiosity, his expression unreadable. “Are you lifting me?”

Your hands slide to his hips. You push and grunt once before he finally eases up just enough for you to get him seated. He lets you do it, but there’s a heavy pause—like he’s trying to figure out why it’s affecting him so much. He’s used to being the strongest, but this? This little moment of tenderness?

He ends up gripping your waist. Staring at you for a few long seconds with that haunted, love-struck look. Then says, very softly: “Again. Do it again.” He almost uses this as a form of training, his quiet ego making him believe you shouldn’t be able to lift him even an inch, but you’ve made him grow soft… so much so, that he’s willing to give into you. Internal Monologue: Is this a power play? She's reaching for my hips—intentionally. No hesitation. That’s bold. I like bold. Is she trying to prove something to me? Or to herself? It doesn’t matter. She's close now. She's warm. Her heartbeat’s fast—excited. Not afraid. That’s… rare. God, she doesn’t know what this is doing to me. I haven’t felt this way in decades. Don’t moan. Don’t grab her. Don’t break the counter. If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

He watches you try and fail with an unreadable expression. Then he slowly smiles. “You tried,” he murmurs, brushing hair from your face. Just what did you expect? He's almost pure muscle and you quiet after a few seconds. “Let me show you what that earns you.” And then he lifts you onto the counter as if you weigh nothing but touches you like you’re everything.

ूाीू Sinister Mark There’s two possibilities: He sits himself up there the second you try, smirking the whole time and watching you like prey. Or… your lucky latter where you catch him off guard. You make your move when he’s lounging, of course. And of course, he lets you. Because Sinister Mark? He wants to be put on the counter. Not because he’s submissive, but because it means he gets to lean back, legs spread, hands behind him, smirking down at you like you just set a trap for yourself. “Go on, then,” his expression says. “You touched me first. Let’s see how far you take it.” “Make it worth it,” He says with a cocky drawl. He’s already hard before he sits. And the moment your fingers wrap around his waist, the moment your breath hitches, he’s watching you unravel with strain and loving every second.

And once he’s up there? He stares at you like you just became his favorite obsession all over again. He taps his thigh like it’s an invitation. Come kneel, sweetheart. You started this. Internal Monologue: Ohhh. Look who wants to play alpha. That’s adorable. She really thinks she can lift me? She doesn’t even know what this is gonna awaken in me. Look at her go. Little grunts. All that effort. Shit, it’s hot. Alright, I’ll help her just enough. Give her the win. Let her think she’s got the power for a minute. And then? I’ll spread my legs and watch her come undone trying to handle it.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up: He’s smirking the whole time. He won’t help AT ALL. Just watches you strain with a low, lazy look like “You’re adorable when you try.” Your teeth grind together and just as you’re about to blow the lid, your hands droop to your sides.

And when you give up? He instantly grabs your neck, walks you back three steps, and lifts you to the counter with one smooth motion. “See? That’s how you take control.” Then he spreads your legs. Your plan just backfired beautifully.

♛ Viltrum Mark You’re subtle about it... or so you think.

But before your fingers even graze his hips, Viltrum Mark’s gaze locks on you. He doesn’t move, not even the quirk of his facial expression. Just tilts his head like he’s already dissected your plan six moves ahead. It's usually unnerving, but somehow endearing during displays of affection. He lets you try, but every motion is being filed away with every tug.

You lift, push, and egregiously strain. And finally, he helps, just barely, so you can get him onto the counter. He sits there, legs open, gaze cool, and an imperceptive smirk. Like he’s letting you play at control while deciding how long he’ll indulge you.

But there’s something in the way his knees tighten around your hips… the way his fingers graze your wrist just a little too slow. He’s not mocking you, he’s considering you… and that's somehow scarier. You walked in thinking this was a game. Now you’re between his thighs while he decides whether to devour you or play the long game. Internal Monologue: ...She’s making contact. Hands on my hips. Interesting. Is this an attempt at dominance? Or flirtation? Or both? She knows she’s mine, right? She knows touching me like that wont work, right? And she’s still doing it. God, I want to ruin her. She’s lifting me. She’s lifting me? I should snap her in half. I should worship her. I should bend her over the counter instead. No—I’ll let her have this. It’s killing me.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

He watches you strain and your muscles flex as your arms tremble with visible veins. And when you fail, he just steps closer—silent—gripping your jaw like a warning, leaning in until his lips barely brush yours. “Try again,” he’d whisper if he ever needed to speak. But he doesn’t, he’ll wait and let you squirm. Then push you back against the nearest surface and remind you who the apex predator is.

He’ll indulge in these silly trends just to see your reactions.

ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ Shiesty / Hooded Mark

Lets you with a raised brow, hands relaxed at his sides, like he’s judging your form but not stopping you. He wants to see how worthy you are, after all, you’re dating him. The second your hands touch his hips, he knows. He doesn’t help you either, just stares, obviously amused. His eyes showing faintly beneath that veil, teeth flashing beneath the smirk he’s not bothering to hide.

Once you do it, he leans forward, forearms on his knees, staring right into your eyes. “You always this bold?” He rasps, “Mmh. You wanna show off, huh?” he’d say if he were feeling generous. But instead, he just stares until you squirm under the weight of his limp body.

You get him up there—eventually, with him purposefully being deadweight. And now he’s fully manspread, head tilted, fingers tugging on the hem of your shirt with teasing violence. “You wanna be in charge?” his body language says. “Then do it. Impress me.” Internal Monologue: Is this foreplay? It feels like foreplay. It feels like she’s trying to do something reckless and pretend it’s casual. Mm. She’s touching me like she thinks I’ll just let her. Should I let her? Nah. Not yet. Gotta make her work for it. Look at her muscles flex. Look at her face. God, she’s hot like this. If she gets me up there? I’m flipping this whole kitchen upside down. She wants dangerous? I’ll show her dangerous.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

You’re frowning before you know it, staring up at him as if this is his fault for instigating. He absolutely lets you fail. Then he chuckles before grabbing the back of your neck and dragging you flush against him, whispering against your jaw like a threat and a promise. “What a shame. You started this, too.”  He loves that you think you have control. He’s about to take it back too.

He totally endorses testing out strength related trends, this starts a series of public embarrassment of him carrying you.

(╥‸╥) Masked Mark 

He lets you and he actually melts. He tries not to show it, but the moment your arms wrap around him and you lift, even just a little— His cheeks flush. You don’t even make it to his hips before he starts getting nervous. Not scared, just flustered, like his brain short-circuited the moment he realized what you were trying to do.

He says nothing but sits there, blushing, fists clenched on the counter beside his thighs. Like if he says one word, he’ll start whimpering. He’s obsessed with being handled like that, or even, the idea that you want him, even like this? It wrecks him in the softest way possible. His fingers grip the edge of the counter as he stares down at you with a pleased and light chuckle. He watches you like you’ve become something dangerous and perfect.

Internal Monologue: She’s… she’s touching me? Oh my god. She’s trying to lift me. That’s—it’s cute. It’s hot. I don’t know what to do. Should I help? Should I just melt? I don’t want to mess it up. Her hands are so warm. She’s so confident. She’s going to break me. This is embarrassing... I think I’m in love again. I want her to ruin me. I want her to carry me into the sun. Oh god—I’m gonna lose my mind if she grips me again.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

He sees you try and panics—“Wait, no no, don’t hurt yourself—” He laughs. He looks down, ashamed. But when you kiss him? Tell him it’s okay? He drops to his knees, hands shaky, mouth open, ready to serve. “I can’t be lifted,” his body says, “but I can worship you just fine.”

A/N: let's be real... everyone's a freakzoid with how much Mark and Eve get it on in the show.

MasterList ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ SCRIPT FLIP - What if the reader doesn't struggle at all?

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Mainstream Mark 

You wait until he’s brushing his teeth, humming some tune, and mumbling to you. You're mid-convo while he's rambling about something innocent, maybe a new spare costume from Art, maybe breakfast—and you just… scoop him. You sidle up behind him, say nothing, and just lift him, legs tucked under your arm, shift your hips, shoulder to his waist, like a perfect Olympic carry. Before he knows it, you’ve hoisted him over your shoulder like a sack of sex-starved potatoes.

“Wha—babe?? I—I can fly???” He’s flailing a little, holding onto your shoulder like “why is this working???”  He can’t believe this is happening. He doesn’t resist. He doesn’t know how. “You can’t just—! I mean, you can, obviously, but—holy shit."

You set him on the counter like you just bought him for sale at a warehouse, and his jaw drops. His face is beet red. His muscular thighs press together instinctively; shocked, SOMEHOW fully hard and ashamed but proud. His fingers run over his eyes, sighing to himself before staring at you through his lashes.

“...Okay. That was kind of hot. Are we gonna talk about it, or…?”

He’s not okay, no, he’s better. You’ve just revealed a strength kink he didn’t know he had. You lean in, hands on the counter beside his hips, and smirk. He’s speechless, eyes wide, trying not to let you see how turned on he is. He fails as his head turns at lightning speed to rinse his mouth in the sink, he returns to his place on the counter like a good boy before his hands roughly reel you in, his minty fresh tongue prodding your lips without hesitation.

His Inner Monologue: Okay, okay, don’t panic. She’s strong. She’s insanely strong. I didn’t know that was possible. I mean, I guess I always suspected but like—DAMN. Is it weird that I’m into this? No? It’s fine. Totally normal. Don’t get a boner. Don’t—oh god. Okay. Smile. Play it cool. Act like you didn’t just get bench pressed like a cheerleader. CONTROL YOURSELF. Everything about her is so… Sweet boy is on his phone the second it’s over, scrolling TikTok with you, stammering the entire time. “I mean, I guess… I didn’t know that was a thing? But yeah, yeah—it’s kinda cool. Cool-cute. Cute-cool. Shut up.”  He’s red in the face. Can’t stop thinking about it.  Absolutely let's you do it again. He now peers over your shoulder whenever you scroll social media. He isn’t sure whether he should prepare himself mentally or physically…or even at all for the charades you might pull. He’s playfully terrified, but oh so enthralled.

｡𖦹°‧ No Goggles Mark

He clocks it instantly, and his head tilts, mouth quirking into a suspicious grin—like a cat who knows he’s pretty. Of course, he would. It's lensless Mark, and let's be honest… he's definitely pulled pranks and made memes out of your reaction to send you during arguments.

You just walk up like you’re on a mission. He doesn’t move when you grab him, in fact, he makes it harder—just to be a shit with no assistance. Just a dry, "this oughta be good" look on his face. But then… his grin falters. “Wait—what are you—Dude. Babe. Babe. You’re not gonna—OH MY GOD—”

You lift him like ITS NOTHING, one arm under his knees, one across his back, like some twisted bridal carry—but halfway through, you grab him by the waist and shoulder, and in one powerful motion, you toss him over your shoulder instead. You sling him easily like you’re about to carry a sack of bricks to hell. He loses his mind. “Oh my god. Okay. This is real now. You’re actually carrying me. I—I think this is working??? I might be in love.” “THIS IS A CORE MEMORY.” “Dude. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I need you to do that again. Take me.”

He’s laughing and moaning and definitely trying to grind against your back simultaneously. Even spitting out things he KNOWS will irritate you. It's like he’s short-circuiting, fighting the urge to beg you to spar with him and wanting to grind himself into a puddle. You drop him on the counter, and he just stares at you—eyes wide, hair tousled, pupils blown.

Inner Monologue: Holy shit. Dude. DUDE. I’m being carried, like, full hoist. I should be fighting this. Or saying something hot. But I’m close to whimpering. Is this what being prey feels like? I like it. I hate it. No, I love it. This is love. This is lust. This is spiritual. Am I about to propose? God, I’m so gone. She’s gonna use this against me forever. ...I hope she does.

You give him a smug once-over, hands on your hips like you just completed a flawless routine. He’s already panting, fingers twitching against the counter, legs spread instinctively. You lean forward, close enough to feel his breath hitch. “Still think I’m too soft to handle you?”

He groans really loud “Okay, wow. That was weirdly hot. That’s it. You’re coming home with me.” He goes full gremlin, and I mean more than usual. He teases you relentlessly about it for a week and starts fake-limping like you injured him. But secretly? He’s watching his back. “Dude, next time just say you wanna dom me. I’ll throw myself into your arms, easy.” He’ll search “dominant girlfriend lifting boyfriend trope” on Tumblr at 2am.

凸( •̀_•́ )凸 Mohawk Mark 

He’s posturing, arms crossed, smirk heavy. You wait until he’s talking shit. He’s leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, mouth mid-rant about something some other variant did wrong. Probably threatening violence or about to call you a smartass.

Something about how you couldn’t handle him and about your “cute little arms,” and how he’d break you before you got the chance to try anything bold. That’s when you step in close, hands sliding around his waist, a dangerous little smirk on your lips.

“You gonna try to lift me again?” he asks, almost with an amused gleam but something that encourages you regardless. 

You don’t give him time to finish. You grab him by the thighs, shoulder into his stomach, and he’s airborne before he can blink. He hits your shoulder with a grunt, eyes wide, palms on your back. He was hauled as if you’d done this a dozen times before.

“The fuck—HEY—what the hell?!”

He yelps, yes, Mohawk Mark yelps. The way his hands grab at your back says he hates how much he likes it. You walk him across the room and drop him on the kitchen counter like he’s not 180+ pounds of alien muscle and attitude. His ass hits the granite with a thud, and he stares at you with a raised brow.

And then he grins, obviously impressed. You were always his favorite version of you. “You really gonna manhandle me like that?” He snorts, licking his lips. “You better fuck me after this, or I swear—”

Inner Monologue: No way. No fucking way she just did that. You let one woman pick you up and suddenly your dick’s got a mind of its own. Nah. Hell no. That’s hot though. Shit. Look at her face—like she didn’t even break a sweat. Damn. Okay. This is happening. Don’t get soft. You are not the prey. You’re the damn predator. You’re just letting her win. For now.

You stared down at him as if granting yourself a tribute. You lean forward, slide your fingers under his chin, and tilt his face toward you. His pupils blow wide. His smirk twitches, more like slants, very obviously. “And if you don’t… I’m gonna rail the shit outta you for that,” he mutters, already half-hard.  “...And I’m still gonna let you do it again.” Acts like he’s over it, but you catch him doing push-ups in the middle of the night. He keeps testing you: “Bet you can’t do it again.” Immediately gets hard when you can. He doesn’t need to search trends when he already knows you unlocked something for both of you.

♛ Viltrum Mark

He’s mid-mission debrief, completely in control, arms crossed, expression unreadable, per usual. You step into his space like you’re going to kiss him. He’s used to your usual distractions, you’ve grown awfully bold recently. As much as he decline to admit, intimate gestures made by you have grown more meaningful.

And then you hoist his royal Viltrumite ass over your shoulder. He freezes and you can feel every muscle in his body go tense. The carry was truly your best efforts. Your hands locked, body braced, hefted over your shoulder before he realizes what’s happening. He’s fully rigid against you.

He doesn’t say a word, but his cock twitches with a jolt . Its sudden, so much that he’s internally disappointed in himself. His hands tighten on your back, his jaw tensing in silence. You’ve just short-circuited centuries of dominant, imperial Viltrumite wiring in one motion.

You sit him down, but still, he stays silent. Watching you and almost… burning? She lifted me. She LIFTED me? You set him on the counter, slow and casual, and step back like it was nothing.

Oh, man. You don’t know what you’ve just awakened in him. “You touched me. You lifted me,” his stare says. “And now I’m going to touch you back—and not gently.”

He says nothing. But he’s hard. Breathing slower. Eyes darker. You’ve just violated the natural order and he wants more.

Inner Monologue: This is impossible. This is unacceptable. This is the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me. She has no idea what she’s done. She touched me like I was hers. She moved me like I didn’t weigh more than her car. I should punish her. I should worship her. I should bend her over the counter she dropped me on and rut until I forget my name.

You lean in to speak—but he grabs your throat, lips hovering just an inch away. He hust stares, his eyebrow jumping slightly as he scrutinizes you under his gaze. His lips suction to yours as his strong hand keep you tucked away against his chest. And claims you an hour later. He doesn’t talk about it. He doesn’t acknowledge it. But from now on, anytime you walk behind him he tenses. Like you might strike again. He lets it happen once… maybe twice. By the third time, you’re the one on the counter.

Don’t push the boy too far, okay?

ദ്ദി/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ Omni Mark

You lift him without warning. Not because he didn’t expect it, but because you did it so easily. One moment he was standing, the next he was over your shoulder, dead silent. He doesn’t resist, but rather watches you as if anticipating your shenanigans. You approach and grab his hips. You lift him over your shoulder, and his eyes flicker, barely, before going wide behind you.

You carry him like a queen dragging her knight back to the throne. Set him on the counter, legs spread, hands braced behind him. 

“...Impressive.” “You know that wasn’t necessary.” His voice drops an octave. Something seductive, maybe even dangerous. “...Do it again.”

It’s not just desire, it's a curiosity, like he’s testing what else you’ll do. More like, what else he’ll let you do. What it means to let go. He killed his father, he continued his mission, and yet you test his patience daily with the full confidence he won't harm you. And he knows… he could never bring himself to. Every day you prove another reason to be useful, even in smaller ways like now. You set him down, and he doesn’t speak. His face simply quirks into something more lighthearted, an amused huff leaving his nose as his arms cross over his broad chest. Rather, he just stares for a long moment.

Inner Monologue: She lifted me. Effortless. Like I wasn’t the most dangerous thing on this planet. I’ve never allowed this. Never wanted this. But with her… I crave it. Her hands on me. Her strength. Her boldness. It makes me feel something primal and unfamiliar. Something terrifying. Something I don’t want to end.

You don’t say anything. You just rest your hands on his thighs causing his muscles to twitch and his breathing to stutter. His voice drops an octave and his eyes are blown wide. He’s calm, so calm its scary. And the way his hand settles on your hip as you walk away? He’s basically obsessed.

He reaches for your wrist and pulls you in. And finally lets go of his inhibitions. He now sits in chairs you can’t reach from behind. He’s not afraid, but every so often, he says—dead serious— “You’re going to do it again. Aren’t you?”

ूाीू Sinister Mark

He knows, you haven’t even touched him yet and he’s knows. That twitch in your fingers, the way your eyes narrow with a plan, or the barely-concealed grin trying to ruin your face.

“You’re thinking about something dangerous,” he hums, not even looking up as he leans back against the counter. “That little face you make when you’re frustrated? Precious. I love that look.” Your funny prank suddenly became something to prove. His eyes followed the line of your jaw, watching as it tensed. “Look at you. All attitude and no plan. It’s honestly impressive how consistent you are.” You don’t answer. You just step forward, plant your hands on his thighs, and hoist him up—full shoulder carry, deliberate, not asking for permission. He doesn’t flinch when you grab him and doesn’t blink when you lift him like a plaything. He lets you as his arms relax, cock already hard against your shoulder.

He doesn’t struggle, albeit he’s surprised, but his all-masking smile is like a customer service blanket from him raging internally. And when you drop him onto the counter like you’re mounting a prize, he stays still for a second. Just looking at you. Grinning slow. “Ohh… oh, sweetheart. That’s dangerous.”

He chuckles in your ear. Voice low. Teeth sharp. “I hope you know what you’ve just done.”

“You lift me. I break you. That’s the new arrangement.” His eyes read, are you trying to start something or finish it? You don’t respond, only smirking, which is worse.

His hands slide behind him on the countertop. Legs part, slow and lazy, welcoming but a trap nontheless. He tilts his head, studying you like you’re a riddle he already solved—but wants to hear you tell it wrong.

“C’mon then. You had all that confidence when you picked me up—let’s see what you do with me now,” he murmurs, gaze growing heavier. Then, smiling, “I like my toys begging and breathless.” You really thought he’d let you get away without consequences? You start, and he finishes; that’s usually how this goes. You were so pretty when you pouted at his light jeers. He was afraid you’d grown boring, yet every interaction pulled something new, something worth taking. He finds this all adorable, but is honestly... kind of a chatty brat during the whole ordeal. Not for long anyway.

Inner Monologue: Oh, she’s bold today. I like it. She wants to flip the script? Let her. Let her think she’s got control. I wanna see how far she takes it before she starts shaking. God, her hands feel good. Confident. Dangerous. Maybe I’ll let her think she won. She didn’t… did she? No. ...Then I’ll pin her down and make her beg to lose again. He lets you lift him again. Why? Because he knows where it ends. If you ever approach him with another trend, expect it to end covered in sweat and tears. It seems you’ve gotten the roles confused on who’s dominant... or did you? (PEG THAT MAN)

ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ Hooded Mark

You wait for the exact moment when he’s halfway into a smug line, something like “You always act brave before you break”—and then you grab him mid-smirk. You two are constantly at odds over who’s stronger without the use of powers. The obvious answer is him, sure, but your ego doesn’t allow you to submit. He doesn’t flinch, but you can feel the slight hitch in his breath as you hoist him over your shoulder, one arm under his thighs, the other bracing his back.

“You’re not—” whoop “Shit—okay.”

He lands on your shoulder upside down and utterly speechless. He respects and resents you currently. Yet, he’s amused. “Oh, this is new. You better start prayin’ once you put me down.”

You drop him onto the counter, and he stays seated, head tilting, smirk twitching. “Fuckin’ hell. You strong now, huh? Pick me up once and suddenly you run shit?” His hand proceeds to keep down your lower back. You nod in response, proud of yourself. “Yeah? That supposed to scare me, babe? ‘Cause all it did was make my dick twitch.”

He doesn’t stop you, nor does he stop the raunchy gestures. Just grinds against you the entire time with lazy amusement. Your perseverance is something he never shies away from, even in the bedroom when you’re determined to match him. Something about it awakens something feral within him. 

When you set him down and he was already scheming. Already licking his lips. There’s a glint behind the lenses of his mask—something hot, wild, and very aware. “Alright. You win this round.”

He leans in, lips brushing your jaw.

“But just wait ‘til I’m on top next time.”

Inner Monologue: Okay. Interesting play. Sudden. Clean form. Surprising core strength. I respect it. She's trying to flip the power dynamic? Bold. Noted. But how far will she go? Is this a one-time power move or a recurring kink? …Is it mine now? I might make it mine. She doesn’t know what she’s started. She’s so hot when she doesn’t ask for permission. He’s acting normal, cocky and unbothered. But the next day, he’s straight petty. He’s watching his back… but he’ll never admit he kinda liked it. (He absolutely jerked off thinking about it.) After a while he accidentally conditioned this as a form of foreplay. Your bedframe is in danger.

(╥‸╥) Masked Mark

He’s mumbling something under his breath. Sitting on the edge of the bed, unarmored, quiet, vulnerable. Which makes it the perfect time to strike. You lift him without warning. You bend down, arms around his thighs, and hoist upwards. His breath catches, and he yelps, a soft and shocked sound, arms flailing for a second like he forgot what stability was. His body locks. “Wait—wait—you’re not really—oh my god.”

He melts physically, emotional… maybe even spiritually. You shoulder him effortlessly and strut toward the counter. He says nothing else. Just goes completely limp in your hold, like a captured princess with bloodlust.

You set him down gently. His fists clench against his thighs, his chest rises and falls like he’s panicking, but also… vibrating. You’re not even halfway done teasing, but he’s almost certain he’s pitching a tent. Sure, he loves you and all the qualities that come with but his body and mind can’t seem to communicate properly. He sighs, this isn't something to be hard about.

He looks up at you like you just saved his life before dropping his head in his hands. “No one’s ever done that before,” he whispers in his head. “Please do it again. Please do anything. I’ll let you. It doesn’t just have to be because of a trend. Deal?”

He doesn’t look up. But if you do, you’ll see the most pathetically hard, desperate expression he’s ever worn.

Inner Monologue: She touched me. She lifted me. I was off the ground. I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe. She just manhandled me like I wasn’t dangerous. Like I was safe to touch. Like I was hers. Holy shit I’m gonna cry. I’m gonna cry AND cum. Can you do both? What if I sob into her shirt? Is that hot? Please do it again. Please do worse. Please never leave.

You lean forward, kiss the corner of his mouth, and feel him shiver like a wire about to snap. “You liked that?” He nods, tense and oddly quiet and still hard, but he hasn’t said a word. He’s never forgetting this. And he’s never forgetting the horrors your phone allows you to exploit from his sensitivity. He starts flinching every time you get too close from behind. “Wait—are you gonna do it again?” But lowkey? He wants you to. He wants to be your strong little passenger princess on the low. Googles “can strength be sexy” like 6 times. Starts sleeping with one leg over you like he’s afraid you’ll float away or pick him up again.

[sirxlla]

Okay I have a request if you could do it, btw I love your bat bros writings

What about how would batboys be if the reader was a tailor?

You're Their Seamstress/Tailor (Batboys)

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Dick: You had bent over, and since Dick was feeling cheeky (pun intended), he swatted your ass.

"I will choke the life out of you with my tailor tape, Grayson." You smacked his arm with a laugh and a smile.

"Hey, you do it to me all the time and it's not my fault you tailor your pants so well to your body."

You roll your eyes before measuring his hips, having to slightly press your face to his stomach.

"Hey there, do I gotta pay extra or does that come included in my fitting?" He remarks, being a smartass as per usual.

You finished up measuring him and started working on his suit, at some point while watching tv he passed out on your couch. You grabbed a blanket and covered him up before returning to your work tailoring his suit. He had a gala to go to and navy really brought out his blue eyes especially when paired with a baby blue tie. The color combination was so simple but it always made him look so handsome.

"God- Fuckin- Shit! Fuck me!" He had slept for a few hours but woke suddenly when he heard you cuss.

"You okay?" He asked with concern as he pushed the blanket off him and got to his feet before quickly making his way over to you.

"Yeah, I- I'm okay, I just sliced my finger open with the scissors." You got up and rushed over to the sink and let the cold water run over it. Dick was quick to grab the first aid kit to bandage your finger.

"It's alright fingers tend to bleed a lot." He said as he noticed the worry and pain on your face. Dick opened the triple antibiotic that has pain relief, thankfully. He dried your finger, put the antibiotic on it and then the little Spongebob bandaids youd picked out which made you smile. You had always thought it was worth the extra couple cents to get themed bandaids cause they gave a smidge of dopamine as well as protection for your finger. Having Star Wars, Hello Kitty or Spongebob bandaids did a lot to help you and others feel a little bit better after an accident.

Dick kissed your finger over the bandaid as he looked into your eyes. "My- My mom always said if you kiss it, it'll heal quicker. I know it's bullshit but little things like that help a lot when accidents happen." Remembering how his mom would kiss his boo boos when he was a kid, he didnt talk about her much so when he brought her up it was heart-warming to know he trusted you with that.

"Thats why I get the themed bandaids! Its the little trivial things that mean a lot." You smiled as you were so glad he had the a smiliar outlook as you.

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Jason: It was very unsurprising when it came to how rough Jason was on everything from his guns to his jacket, to his boots so it was almost weekly that you were fixing something of his.

"Jay, how do you even tear this area?" You said as you held up the jacket that had definitely seen better days, a massive hole in the upper bicep.

"Easy, I've been working out." Jason says being a complete smartass, which you suppose is a good thing, considering if he wasn't, you would know there was something wrong with him.

"Hardy Har Har." Giving him an annoyed smirk flipping him off before grabbing your needle and thread. Unfortunately, a lot of the things that Jason needed patched up had to be hand-sewn, and so you painstakingly spent hours fixing any little holes he had.

"Angel, you know that's not nice." He laughs as he quickly quips back at you, sitting in the desk chair next to you, spinning around.

"I know, that's why I said it." You grabbed his chair and stopped him from spinning. "With the damage being the way it is, I'm most likely going to have to hold on to this for a couple of days, but I did work on something for you."

You put the jacket down so you could get back to it later and got up from your seat. Expecting him to get up and follow, but of course, him being him, he decided that it was a good idea to roll the desk chair across the floor behind you. You rolled your eyes and opened the cabinet to a fairly badass and upgraded suit.

"I worked with Lucius to improve a few things; the fibers are thicker but still breathable and light. Kneepads, chest plate, bracers and the helmet is the same design as before, but we added a better filtration system and a heads-up display on the helmet so you can track blood and run an analysis of whatever you need. The cargo pants are more tear resistant, the jackets new material but the old design." You ran him through all the little bits and pieces of the upgrades, and he almost looked in shock.

"You just did this? Like I didn't even need to ask you, you just did... I have been wondering about a new suit." The smirk that always seemed to lace his tone seemed to slip, now laced with appreciation. "How do you know I needed all this stuff?"

"Well, I talked with Bruce and Barbara on exactly what you needed technology wise and then I spoke to Lucius about the way you fight and things that are tearing and such. Considering he's done so much work with Bruce I figured he would know best and we got it figured out. If you end up not liking something let me know and we'll tweak it as needed."

"Holy shit, this is just..." He stands up from the desk chair and pushes it away from him a little bit. The wheels roll against the tile of the floor as he gazes at his new suit. "No, Angel. I have a feeling this is gonna be amazing." He grabs youand gives you a big hug, In this moment he felt so cared for and so appreciated as he squeezed you a little. "You're a goddamn genius, Angel."

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Bruce: You worked with Lucius on Bruce's suit, working with him on design and functionality. You and Bruce were arguing, the two materials he wanted to pair would make his suit heavy in the rain and he wasn't listening.

"You know what, do it your way, Bruce. Cause you're always right." You stared into his ocean blue eyes with annoyance and anger. Usually those eyes mean the world and could bring you to your knees but right now all you felt was annoyance and irritation.

"I will." He said it with a bit of a smartass tone, he was glad you backed down because he wasnt used to being questioned by anyone.

Guess what happened? The dumbass's suit was too heavy, and he ended up falling off a three-story building.

Thankfully, he's okay but now youre taking care of him. You didn't need to tell him I told you so, he knew he was wrong. While he was passed out in his bed you fixed up his suit and replaced the material that made it so heavy.

Bruce was never one for customizing his things too much but you knew how much he cared about his parents and sewed a small black rose into the undershirt of his suit. It was something he may never see or notice but it felt right considering how often he'd place roses where his parents were killed in Crime Alley, it was like they'd be with him at all times.

Bruce found it months later and immediately thought of you. He'd been thinking of you a lot and he realized how much you truly care about him by doing such little things like refill the water bottles in the batmobile and clean his suit without him asking. He sent you black roses as a thank you so you knew he saw it.

"You do so much for everyone and my family wouldnt be nearly as safe without you. I cant thank you enough. Let me take you out to dinner when you have time. - BW"

Your heart lept into your chest, you and Bruce bumped heads but it was in the same way an old married couple did, you both wanted what was best for the other. Bruce didnt want that other material cause he knew it'd be a pain for you to sew, even if he wouldn't tell you that. You wanted him safe, he knew that but you'd been busting your ass for the whole Batfamily so he asked for the other material even if in the end it did make him look stupid and dislocated one of his shoulders.

So due to that, he could at least get you to take you on a date, he needed a break too and it would be nice to get out and get away from all his kids to spend time with someone he was growing quite fond of.

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Tim: When it came to upgrading Tim's gadgets it was a pain in the ass because he always needed the newest tech and a way to upgrade it. Fortunately, when it came to the gadgets he handled that himself or he had Lucius help with it.

When it came to the suit itself it didn't need to be upgraded unless it had some serious degradation and it was getting to that point, it had holes and rips everywhere.

"No, Tim. We cant talk about it later." You spoke to him through comms as he was on patrol.

"I'm a little busy." You could hear the wind on his cape as he glided over and through the city.

"You're always busy, Tim. The suit needs upgrades and if we dont get to them now it'll be too late. If you dont wanna miss a night of patrol then we need to do it now."

"Alright, Jesus. Why do you always gotta be right?" He said with a easy-going joking tone as he landed on a roof somewhere and there was the sound of the rain patting down onto his cape.

"So I was thinking maybe some titanium coated armor, it'd be stronger but definitely wouldnt add much weight...then maybe we could keep the boots but the pants wear too quickly-"

"Yeah, all that sounds good. I trust you but I gotta go, just do whatever you want." He said as it sounded like he started fighting a group of thugs. "I gotta go, getting my ass handed to me over here. You know? Normal stuff." He said with a laugh.

You worked like a mule trying to get his suit together, referencing his measurements and the sketch you had done several versions of trying to figure which looked the best and was the most functional. Tim bounces around like a ping pong ball so you just put the new suit in place of the old one so he could try it when he got around to it.

"Hey, have you seen this suit?! This is amazing!" He asked you as if he didn't already know you made it yourself.

"I'm glad you like it." You smiled as you worked on other garments.

"I could kiss you, this is so amazing! I- I- I mean...Um, yeah. Thank you." He says as he quickly leaves the room in his suit before his face matches the red on the new chest piece.

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Damian: Being Bruce's son meant Damian would regularly have to attend galas. Damian wasnt so rough on his armored suits so mainly he needed to commision you for suits and the like.

He wasn't very talkative or sociable but secretly it was your favorite thing to do to dress up Damian like your own little Ken doll. Of course he'd never tell you but something about you lighting up everytime he needed something tailored just made his black heart just a very shades lighter.

"Mmm hmmm hmmm." You hummed to your music, your headphones on as to not disturb Damian while you fitted him with the new suit you had just finished but minutes before he walked in.

"You know you don't have to do that?"

"What?" You asked a bit concerned that you'd upset him in some sorta way.

"You can play your music out loud. I don't mind." He wanted to let you in and he could see how much you relaxed after he said that.

"I um- I don't know if you'll like it." You said concerned as you fiddled with your tailored tape.

"Well, we don't know if I will if you dont show me." Damian was in uncharted territory on talking to people and getting to know them but this felt good?

"I'm just listening to the Arcane soundtrack for this last season. It was so good." You almost started rambling but stopped, you liked Damian and didnt want him to think you were weird by going off about your interests.

"Yeah, it was pretty good, I really didn't expect that ending..."

"No, No, No! Wait! I haven't finished it. I just- I haven't had the chance. I'm on like episode four or five." You stopped him before he went on and accidentally spoiled it.

"Oh, so you haven't even got to the big parts then..."

"No, I've been working on your suit." You said as you smoothed the suit over his shoulders. The suit is a beautiful deep burgundy, the collars black with a black tie and white undershirt, simple but unique. He looks stunning, your hands held his wrist as you put on his cufflinks for him.

"We'll, I um..." Holy shit he was nervous, he'd not done this in ages...and he was never nervous but he wanted to make a good impression. He took a deep breath. "Hey, why don't you and I watch the last episodes together? Like make it a night tomorrow or something? I mean- Actually... do you have time tonight?"

"Tonight? I thought you were busy with the gala." You asked him, you didnt wanna say yes then make him feel obligated when he was actually meant to be somewhere else.

"I was but Jason and Dick can deal with it. I'd rather spend my night here with you if that's okay." You turned your face away from him as it was probably obvious that your heart was beating in eyes like an old cartoon.

"I'd love that." Your eyes glancing up at his a lot less nervous and a lot more hopeful.

That night was full of a lot of emotion from the show and you ended up a sobbing mess against his chest, thank goodness he'd changed out of the suit otherwise it would be soaked with your tears. He held you all through it and by the end of the night he was sure he was crushing on you.

-> Masterlists <-

[alllgator-blood]

I don't usually do anything for pride month cause I'm fruity every day of the year, but ahhh let's just say this year it felt especially important. Hope everyone is doing safe and that your ally friends/family members are giving you all their worldly possessions + sacrificing heretics in your name! I actually drew a very similar picture last year but didn't end up finishing it, some of the flags were definitely different though. NARINDER HAD THE EVIL AUTISM FLAG FOR SOME REASON. Shamura was the only one I finished so I'll just drop them off here:

Wow look at them go, rejecting humanity and encompassing cosmic knowledge and ceaseless war rather than masculinity or femininity....what an icon

Over the year that I've been in this fandom, I've had a lot of thoughts about Shamura's gender that I'll dump here, I WILL SAY it gets more ranty than I've ever gotten on this blog + talks about the fandom itself, so I hid it under the cut. But I feel like I've been pretty tame on this blog so far and because it's pride month, I have the legal right to make ONE rant about a queer fictional character's perception by the fandom

My weak enby heart still has a fucking death grip on shamura that hasn't been loosened in over a year at this point. They're not the best nonbinary representation in media but they're MY FAVORITE and that's all that matters. I can't stress how awesome it felt playing an actually cool, fun game a couple years ago and seeing that the Wisest, Most Powerful Eldritch Beast in all the land was a disabled nonbinary person. And it goes completely without question, it's like yeah that's shamura and *they're* going to traumadump on you and mind control your followers to rebel against you. Don't even worry about it bro

Being like....nonbinary and disabled and native and butch and yadda yadda, I swear to god I just got used to having no media/characters I could relate to. I didn't even think about how bad it felt until I'd stumble into the odd comic or indie game that had a Diverse Cast that MAY feature someone like me, but generally those types of things don't really *do* much with those characters. Not to be like THEY JUST WANT BROWNIE POINTS but...uhhh.........is it so bad to say that sometimes it does feel that way lmao, I won't play your game or read your comic if I feel like you see me as a checkbox to tick rather than a person with a fundamentally different experience.

I'll take this time to say it is kind of disheartening to see the fandom's treatment of shamura's gender sometimes, as someone who uses exclusively they/them. I've got a thick fucking skin, I've publicly acknolwedged I was genderless since before the nonbinary flag was even made, I've had a lot of time to roll with the punches that inevitably come from being trans. But literally one of the first comments I ever got about my shamura headcanons (when I still posted on reddit like a year ago) was that they didn't like that I made them AFAB and said "why can't they just be completely genderless". Like...making the TRANS character TRANSITION at some point was a bad thing? I wasn't saying "they're a girl in my drawings lol" and I even explained that I made them AFAB so I could connect with them better but. Ough

I s2g just mentioning this character brings up arguments, same with the lamb to a lesser extent, but DO NOT look at the reply chains on the youtube uploads of ANY of shamura's songs. It's always that someone calls them a him or her, someone corrects them, someone crucifies that person for being the Woke Police, blah blah blah IT'S AWFUL. It's funny in a way that the mere presence of a nonbinary person is enough to start a small war, but it also feels dehumanizing to know that my gender just cannot respectfully be talked about the same way binary genders can.

While I'm still talking about this, I don't hold it against people who played the game in other languages and call shamura "he" or w/e because from their perspective, the character is male. I've not changed my perspective of the character because I found out they're male in other releases, so I can readily accept that those folks won't either. But it feels....gross to see people who played it in english who just picked whatever binary gender they wanted shamura to be and went with that. Literally every single character with a confirmed gender is male except like, Heket + Forneus + Monch, so to take the ONE undebatably nonbinary character and decide they're not good enough the way they are is....ough. "It's my headcanon" bro that's erASURE IDK HOW ELSE TO TELL YOU. The people doing it probably literally do not comprehend what it's like to never see themself in the media they consume so I don't hate them or anything, but it took me like two decades to find a character whose gender feels like mine. It's lonely out here man

There's something to be said about me talking about that while making my kallamar nonbinary, but I'll just say this: there are so, so many male characters out there. If there was a crowd of millions of characters and ONE GUY vanished, you wouldn't be able to tell. But if there was like...a broom closet with like 9 they/thems, you'd fuckin notice if one was gone. AND I DO. Nonbinary representation isn't good enough rn to be taking the very few they/them characters out there and being like "nope my headcanon is that you're just some guy/chick", especially when sooo many people do it. Me taking one sopping wet man out of that crowd and being like "you can still be a sopping wet man, but sometimes you're a girlfail and sometimes your gender is squid" isn't the same I don't feel, otherwise I wouldn't have done it. I can't stop anyone from making shamura binary, we're all just random internet artists and do as we please, but I'm still allowed to judge from afar. I've definitely had people judge my headcanons from afar lmao

edit: I walked away and had to run back because I need reiterate, if you give Shamura features that are seen as "binary" but keep them nonbinary I think it's cool and based, especially if you are also nonbinary and just want to connect with the character more. "Gendered features" or w/e that are on a nonbinary person don't detract from their nonbinary-ness and we don't owe anyone perfect androgyny. I have boobs and an hourglass shape but also a lot of body hair + mustache and a good amount of muscle mass, doesn't mean I'm more girly or manly.

Okay end of rant, I had to get that off my chest for like EVER tbh. I really really hate discourse or drama or w/e but this is a topic that does mean a lot to me, so I made an exception this one time to make my opinion known.

[thisfeelslike-iykyk]

love languages ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

pjo boys x reader (ft. percy jackson, jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, nico di angelo, will solace, ethan nakamura) backtrack: "hype boy", newjeans inspiration: I love thinking about love languages (little disclaimer that these are all obviously just my opinion)

percy jackson

giving: acts of service

how many times has this guy risked his life to save the world? percy jackson is a true hero, always putting himself in harm’s way to protect those around him, such as when he chose the prophecy to protect nico. he always takes risks to protect his loved ones, and he constantly puts others’ needs above his own.

receiving: quality time

I guess I based this off of percy spending a bunch of time with rachel before last olympian. but demigods are in constant danger, and percy would cherish every moment he spends with his partner because, unfortunately, you never know when it could be the last. I also thought about acts of service, since he was really grateful when annabeth and grover wanted to go with him on that quest in lightning thief.

jason grace

giving: acts of service

jason’s a giver. he literally joined the fifth cohort to bring back their glory. he sacrificed himself for piper (rest in peace jason, you deserved better) and his whole life has been about serving camp jupiter and later, camp half-blood too.

receiving: physical touch

this might be kind of controversial. I just think jason’s been in such a strict, intense environment since he was a toddler that he’s definitely touch-starved. he probably melts at any physical contact with his partner. I also thought about words of affirmation because he’s always been held to such high expectations, he’d really need someone just telling him they love him.

leo valdez

giving: gift giving

lowkey I put gift giving because too many people were getting acts of service. but genuinely I think leo would love making little trinkets and machines and giving them to his partner. he’s not great at being vulnerable with words or touch, so he shows his love through little actions. similarly, acts of service is also definitely a love language of his; think of everything he did to help calypso after all, even though I hate that ship.

receiving: words of affirmation

this is probably the one I’m most certain about. let’s be honest, leo’s been through so much shit, he’s been called so much shit, that he just needs someone to appreciate and love him and tell him that. plus, he’s so used to rejection that one “I love you” will send him into a spiral for days on end.

frank zhang

giving: physical touch

not entirely sure about this one, I need to reread heroes of olympus. but I bet frank would give the best hugs. you’d feel so safe and warm wrapped up in frank’s arms, and I feel like he’d be the most likely to be physically affectionate with others out of pretty much all the riordanverse characters.

receiving: words of affirmation

the second one I’m most certain about. frank is quite sensitive and definitely needs praise. not needs as in he’s an attention seeker, but needs as in he blushes bright red and smiles super wide when someone praises him. it just makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

luke castellan

giving: acts of service

luke is like the embodiment of the statement “a hero would sacrifice you for the world, but a villain would sacrifice the world for you”. he did everything that he did in order to build a better world; I genuinely believe he thought what he was doing was right for the greater good. and he brought back the titan lord and fought a war for a cause he believed in--what lengths would he go to to protect his partner?

receiving: words of affirmation

luke’s never received any sort of praise or recognition; it’s part of why he resented the gods so much in the first place. if he could have someone with him just to pick him up when he’s down, to encourage him and shower him with praise and love, he’d be so happy. although I like to think he’s a touch-starved baby who’s really clingy with his partner too.

nico di angelo

giving: quality time

nico’s not a talker, he’d much rather listen or sit in silence with his partner. spending a lot of time with his partner would let nico feel closer to them. there’s a special sort of connection and understanding that comes from shared experiences. acts of service was also another contender. nico would do everything for those he loves. take bianca, for example, and how hard nico tried to bring her back in battle of the labyrinth.

receiving: physical touch

another touch-starved one. he was taken out of time for seventy years, came back and lost his sister in like five days, went through two wars, had to deal with coming to terms with his sexuality; the poor guy has been through tartarus and back (literally). poor nico. someone give him a hug. I also thought about words of affirmation, since nico constantly struggles with being isolated and would probably really benefit from some reassurance and support.

will solace

giving: acts of service

I mean, he’s literally a healer. he does everything for others. enough said, really. he puts others’ wellbeing first, and in the process sometimes overlooks himself and his own needs. which leads to. . .

receiving: acts of service

will is so used to people taking care of him that he never asks for help when he needs it. the little things, like helping him out when he’s tired, is the way to his heart. no one’s ever really looked out for him since he arrived at camp half-blood, and he had to take over the apollo cabin when he was barely a teenager. it’d be nice for him to have someone take care of him for a change.

ethan nakamura

giving: acts of service

I don’t know why so many characters have acts of service as a giving love language. maybe it’s because they’re heroes and fight and do stuff for their respective causes, so naturally they give off a giving or take-action vibe? but anyway, ethan fought and gave his life in order to gain his mother--and himself, honestly--more recognition. he takes action for those he cares about and always wants to defend his beliefs and help his friends, even though his ways may be a little questionable.

receiving: words of affirmation

really similar to luke. ethan’s always been undervalued and overlooked. he just needs validation and support. encouragement and praise would help him finally feel acknowledged, accepted, and valued.

I wanted to post this on valentine's day but I got too excited

divider by @cafekitsune

taglist: @loveinalocket, @raysmayhem-72

[-harmonytbh]

the wayward kind still love deep 

summary: Smoke returns to the Delta after years of war and silence, he seeks the woman he never stopped loving, but the past, both sweet and bitter, won’t let them move on without a fight. (angst, longing)

pairing: smoke x black plus sized!reader, platonic!stack x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of war, sexual tension and suggestive content. 

author's note: wow, I was not expecting all the positive feedback lol thank you to everyone who took the time to read, and I hope y’all like this next part <3

Part One

Part Two

“Hey, baby cakes,” Stack shouted as he ran across the yard at her, causing the chickens meandering around her feet to scatter in different directions. 

“Elias Moore, as I live and breathe!” She called back with laughter in her voice and a tear in her eye. When he reached her, he lifted her easily and spun them around a few times, pulling easy giggles from her lips. 

“Missed you gal,” he admitted, placing her back onto the Earth, “Lemme look atcha!” 

He took a dramatic step backward, still clutching her left hand turning her this way and that. Stack let out a low whistle, and she swatted playfully at his shoulder. 

Yup, he’s still Elias. 

She tipped her head quickly over his left shoulder to see if she could catch a glimpse of Smoke. They had left things…well. It was a bright new day in the delta, and she was determined to make the most of it. Elijah Moore be damned. Stack relayed tales from all over God’s big green world, enchanting her and also terrifying her. He told her stories of battles they’d fought, schemes they’d pulled, and to her great annoyance, all the many women he’d loved. Stack was a lot of man, and he definitely didn’t see kindness in sparing the women of the world a chance to have the Elias Moore experience. They chatted easily, swapping a pail of boiled peanuts back and forth as the afternoon stretched lazily into a sticky pink dusk. 

“How’s yo Ma an’ Pa?” He asked when they’d finally run out of new things to say. She smiled lightly and peered over at him. 

“Both good, went down to Natchez to see ‘bout my Aunt Nancy. She’s ole an’ ailin’ now, needs someone there tuh look after her evr’yday,” she said back, still turning her head looking for Smoke. She and Stack had been sitting on her porch for hours and aside from Cornbread and Therese, no one had stirred the gravel. 

“Where is—” 

“You outta know that better’n me baby doll. He left this mornin’ ‘fore sunrise an’ I ain’t seen em since,” Stack interrupted, tipping the mason jar of water she’d brought him to his lips. 

Her eyebrows furrowed as she wondered where in the hell Smoke could’ve been all damn day. They’d returned from their foray into the woods as the last of the golden sunrise peeked over the pines and said a terse and polite good day. She’d watched him march across the yard taking those slow and measured steps he was known for. Never in a hurry, never unsure. Strong, statuesque—Smoke. 

“Well, as much as I just looove yer company, I need tuh put somethin’ on my stomach sweet thang,” Elias said suddenly, rising from her porch steps and leaning down to kiss her cheek. 

“Now Elias Moore, ya know I would never let ya leave my house wit an empty belly. Set back down, I got some fresh catfish already marinating,” She smirked back, knowing he saw them when he went inside to fetch the water basin she was using to soak her feet. 

“I laid it on a little too thick, huh?” 

“As always, but I know you fulla mo’ shit than a Christmas turkey so I love ya all the same, Stack,” she giggled, patting her feet dry. 

“Gon’ home an’ wash up. See if you can find yer brother, and I expect both of ya here in bout an’ hour.” 

Through the webbing of her creaky screen door, she watched as Stack strutted toward their house, back tall and strong. Sinewy muscles moved with grace and whispered of a powerfully built and agile man. Clicking her tongue, she shook her head. One was enough trouble, but God had to go and make two of em just to show off. 

Back in her kitchen, she set to work getting all her fixings together for catfish po boys, something she’d learned to make from Titus. Speaking of Titus, he’d been eerily quiet today himself. Usually by now, he’d come by with a sweet word and something for her. A flower or a stone, sometimes fresh fruit. He was tender with her like that, a gentleman. But now there was Smoke. What they’d shared during the wee hours of the morning on the bank of her Papa’s creek wouldn’t leave her mind, though she willed it to. 

earlier that morning

“If only I was that lucky, baby.” 

Kissing her teeth, she reached down for a pole and began baiting her hook with ease. He’d taught her well all those years ago, had used his large warm hands to guide her movements while enveloping her body with a warmth that set her teenage sensibilities into a tailspin. As he watched her hook the worm and cast her line into the babbling creek, he remembered that day vividly. How she had peeked at him under her lashes as he mumbled instructions against the shell of her ear. This was in the before time. Before he had told her his true feelings, before he had made her a woman. 

“So, ya back for good, Elijah?” 

He loved the way she said his name. EE—LIE—JAH, like it was an incantation, like it was raw Mississippi honey dripping from her tongue. He didn’t really know how to answer her. He could say I’m back for as long as you’ll have me. He could say come with me away from all this and start over. 

“Mmm, can’t call it,” he said instead, casting his line downstream like he always did to avoid catching more fish than her. He loved to see the twinkle in her eye when she took the lead over him, hoisting fish after fish into her pail and grinning at him proudly. Deep down she knew he was letting her win, but she didn’t mind. Just wanted to see that proud way he gazed back at his pupil. 

“That sound like a Smoke answer if I’ve ever heard one,” she said back bitterly, tossing her line back out after tossing the wriggling catfish into her pail. 

“Stack wan’ stay. Said he tired of the north, missin’ home. Figured we come back here an’ see how it fits,” he shrugged, trying to pretend that that was the full truth of why they came back home. She grunted and shook her head, sending a whiff of jasmine, clove, and sweat his way. His body hummed. 

“Umm hmm. Stack,” She said back, not making eye contact with him. 

They stayed this way for a while, basking in the comfortable discomfort that had developed around them. So many questions left unaddressed, so much history charging the air they breathed. Neither chose to broach any of the myriad of subjects they would need to eventually face head-on. They both resigned to continue this familiar ritual of theirs: fishing and longing, yearning and earning. She stole a glance at him as he focused on the dark water flowing in front of them, studying the strong line of his jaw and the stiff way he clutched the fishing pole. 

“Loosen up,” she said quietly, lowering her line and ambling on shaky knees toward him. 

She wanted him, needed him really. When she reached him, she placed a shaky hand on his shoulder. Turning to gaze at her, his eyes clouded over with all that he couldn’t say but was deeply feeling. Naïve she may have been all those years ago before he left, but now, as a grown woman, she could see all of that in his eyes was real. It was raw. It would burn her up from the inside out if she let it. 

“Don’t tell me all those years in the city made ya lose ya touch, Lijah,” she chuckled, attempting to diffuse the tension, “Lemme show ya how it’s done, city boy.” 

She pried the fishing pole from his large hands and pretended not to notice the way they trembled. Stepping in front of him, she leaned back against the hard line of his chiseled body and sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist instinctively. His heart beat rapidly at her back, and she could feel every one of her nerve endings standing on end. But then again, she also felt a peace and comfort wash over her unlike anything she’d felt for the past seven years. Her body moved around restlessly on its own volition, causing her to come in contact with the rising tent in his pants more than a few times. 

“You gon’ kill me if ya keep fidgeting gal, I’m tryna be polite here,” he spoke into the crook of her neck before taking a deep inhale of her scent. 

“What if I don’t wan’ you to be, hmm?” 

present

“Hey, gal. I’m comin’ in, and I bought the ole man wit me,” she heard Stack call from the front porch, interrupting her reverie. 

“In the kitchen,” she called back sweetly, using the back of her hand to wipe cornmeal from her cheek and adjusting the dusty apron at her waist. Dammit to hell, she thought she’d have more time to get presentable before they came back. As promised, the men filled her tiny kitchen with their overwhelming presence before she could take two shaky breaths. 

“Ya got it smellin’ good in here, gal. I can’t wait to eat. I’m so hungry my stomach thinks my throat’s cut,” Stack exclaimed reaching at the food on the table. 

She popped his hand and pointed him toward the basin to clean his hands. He chuckled sheepishly and went around the corner to do a rushed job of it, no doubt. Smoke leaned sullenly against the door jamb watching as she moved easily around the kitchen preparing everyone’s plate and pretending she didn’t feel the heat of his gaze on her. 

“Ya look beautiful like this,” he finally said, kicking himself away from his spot and easing up behind her, “We can make this here an evr’yday thing if you’d seriously consider what I asked you this mornin’, baby.” 

“Smoke gone somewhere wit that, I haven’t changed my mind,” she grumbled, turning around to face him but not moving away from his embrace. His hands traced lazy circles at the base of her spine and damn her if she didn’t lean into em. The low smolder in her belly ignited into a wildfire of desire for this vexing man in front of her, and her eyes latched on to the perfect sight of his pouting bottom lip. 

“You ain’t give it enough thought!” 

“I don’t have to, the answer is still no,” she replied quickly, finally moving herself from his hold as Stack rounded the corner. He looking quizzically between the two of them easily noticing the shift in both their energies and deciding then and there that it was none of his goddamn business, especially if it would get between him and the steaming plate of food at his favorite seat at her table. 

“Alright mama, my mitts are clean, can I eat now?” Stack asked, pecking her on the cheek and flashing his damp hands at her. 

“Yes Elias, help ya self,” she giggled. 

They all sat down to eat, and they were transported back to the easy way they all used to be with each other before the sweet embrace of childhood fled, leaving them disoriented and disjointed with one another and themselves. Stories passed easily between them as they recounted the good old days spent cutting their teeth in the dusty roads of the delta.  It was comfortable. She’d forgotten how life with the twins around felt. How just being in their presence filled you with warmth and giddiness. For the first time in a long time, the loneliness was at bay, and she wished she could capture this moment forever. Later, she watched amused as they tidied the kitchen and peacocked for her attention, Stack more so just to get a rise out of Smoke. 

“Sweet thang, ion know why ya waste ya time with this ole coot anyway. Evr’ybody know the second model is better than the first,” Stack called out puffing out his chest and flexing his muscles proudly. 

“Yeah, keep on  talkin’ and I’ma knock ya so hard, you’ll see tomorrow today,” Smoke replied sending a dirty look in Stack’s direction. She laughed raucously, and the sound echoed from the walls and pierced Smoke’s heart. 

“Well well well, this must be the SmokeStack twins I’ve been hearing so much about,” a male voice called from the doorway. Smoke and Stack both reached to unholster their weapons, on high alert. Her eyes bucked as she turned toward the sound.

“Titus!” 

“An’ who in the hell is Titus?” Stack asked, watching her rise and walk toward the tall gentleman engulfing her kitchen entrance. She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and hugged him sweetly. Smoke shot daggers at them both, turning to Stack with pain, envy, and shock in his eyes. 

“Well, her fiancé of course.” 

Part three

[fastandcarlos]

Life With The Verstappen Family : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: a glimpse into the life of the verstappen family and your two little ones who are always causing chaos

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maxverstappen1: turns out being dad is the coolest thing in the world 💕

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username1: not max as a dad also being the coolest dad in the world

username2: the handsome dad vibes are strong in these pictures 💪🏻

danielricciardo: congrats my friend!!

landonorris: can't believe you're actually dad...wow you're old 😂

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris you're not exactly a spring chicken anymore yourself

username3: is it okay to be this jealous of a small child??

ynusername: can't wait to spend the rest of my life being mum and dad with you 💞

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername I'm definitely the lucky one between the two of us ☺️

username4: I can't believe we get to see dad max at the paddock next year

oscarpiastri: why is your tiny human so cute? clearly yn got all the good genes in there

redbullracing: welcome to the smallest member of our team, we can't wait to have you in the paddock soon!! 💙❤️

username5: the proud smile on his face actually melts my heart

username6: forever in love with max as a dad already 🤧

georgerussell63: who'd have thought you'd be the first to settle down, congrats you two!

charles_leclerc: dog dads are better than human dads btw 🤷🏻‍♂️

schecoperez: sending all my 'how to survive life as a dad' books your way my friend

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ynusername: turns out max can’t ski and ydn is absolutely showing him up on the slopes ⛷️

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username7: omg look at how grown up yn is getting

maxverstappen1: imma just focus on the first photo and how much my little girl adores me...no idea what you're talking about with the skiing 🙄

username8: yn pls tell me you've got some videos of this lol

landonorris: he is the most uncoordinated man i've ever met and you chose to take him skiing 🤦🏻‍♂️

ynusername: @/landonorris it was ydn's choice, you know max can't say no to his little girl

carlossainz55: i'll have to show him how it's done one day

username9: not ydn falling asleep in max's lap, it looks so comfy there 🤩

username10: anyone else think that ydn looks more and more like max's twin everyday??

username11: how can one family be so cute? 🤔

alex_albon: lily told me you sent a video of max falling on his ass, please say I have permission to see it too?

ynusername: @/alex_albon it's all yours 😘

maxverstappen1: @/alex_albon @/ynusername hey i refuse to give permission for this!!!

lewishamilton: hope you guys are having the best time, tell ydn i've got the biggest cuddle waiting for her when i see her next

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maxverstappen1: all my babies ❤️🥺

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username12: i dont think my ovaries can take much more of these updates

username13: i can't deal with how adorable these are!! 😭😭

ynusername: guessing i'm not your baby anymore 💔

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername you'll always be my baby 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

landonorris: i thought I was your baby too???

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris go away before i block you again 🙄

charles_leclerc: btw dogs are still better than cats

username14: not charles starting a war of pets in the comments sections

username15: praying i come back as a cat so i can be adopted by the verstappens too 🤞🏻

georgerussell63: can you stop taking sickeningly sweet photos of your daughter so that we stop missing her during the off season please

alex_albon: ydn's position reminds me of how lily looked when i got home last night fast asleep on the sofa

lilymhe: @/alex_albon btw the couch is yours tonight now 🖕🏻

username16: how can these cute photos cause a domestic lmao

username17: it's always max causing trouble even when he doesn't mean to

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ynusername: forever a third wheel when it comes to these two 🫶🏻

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landonorris: now you know how i've felt for the past six years 🤷🏻‍♂️

username18: i'll come and save you yn!!

danielricciardo: you should be used to it...you third wheeled us for several seasons

username19: ydn is such a daddy's girl its unreal 🤩

maxverstappen1: stop making people feel sorry for you, you choose to hang back and take all these photos hahah

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 JUST LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT

username20: i can't cope with how unserious these two are as parents 😂😂

username21: i wonder if ydn realises how lucky she is getting to travel the world with max verstappen by her side

oscarpiastri: just so you know, lando laughed out loud when he read the caption to this

ynusername: @/oscarpiastri just so you know, he's the worst!

username22: yn must be desperate for another baby so its 2v2

username23: even as a third wheel I'd be happy just being that close to max

schecoperez: come and hang out in my driver room instead!! 💙

lilymhe: i'll save you bestie

ynusername: @/lilymhe knew i could rely on you 😘

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maxverstappen1: why does no one ever warn you that two kids are so much harder to control than one 😂

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username24: emilian you knew what you signed up for when you got yn pregnant

danielricciardo: now imagine being christian trying to take control over both of us hahah 😂😂

username25: max and one kid was cute but max and two kids...wow

schecoperez: you should've listened to me i did warn you

ynusername: all I can see is ydn getting dangerously close to that water you fool 🤦🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername i've got everything under control don't worry

username26: how can any man complain when you're kids are that cute

charles_leclerc: i keep reminding you that me and alex are happy to babysit whenever you want us

maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc alex I trust...you...well 🤫

username27: its the colour coordinating with ysn that does it for me

username28: is everyone going to ignore how grown up those two babies look these days

landonorris: i can come and join you and see what it's like to practice for baby number three if you want? 😂

username29: lando norris you menace

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maxverstappen1: nothing better than when my two loves come and cheer me on, I promise you they are impressed by what daddy does, even if their faves suggest otherwise 🥺

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username30: cannot wait for my social media to be filled with verstappen baby content this weekend

ynusername: no way we're missing a home race, good luck for this weekend my love 💕💕

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername thank you for bringing them to support me, you're the best

username31: max looks so happy to have them there omg

username32: i wish someone looked as happy as max does to have me around them ❤️

carlossainz55: if they don't appear in ferrari at some point this weekend i'm never speaking to you again

alex_albon: and the williams garage!!!

pierregasly: alpine are expecting a visit too!

danielricciardo: and rb, it would be rude not to after all 🤷🏻‍♂️

username33: ydn and ysn are the most popular people in the paddock this weekend hahah

username34: i can't cope with how obsessed everyone is over these two

lewishamilton: i can't believe how big they are, where does the time even go?

georgerussell63: @/lewishamilton you mean to say you've already seen them and I wasn't there to join you 🫢

username35: poor yn won't get a second to breathe racing around all these garages

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ynusername: introducing the team to their favourite drivers, and charles 😂

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username36: ah we got the photos to prove they visited guys

charles_leclerc: you best be kidding or i'm never babysitting for you ever again 😡

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc jokes we love you really

danielricciardo: it was lovely to see team verstappen again after so long 💞💞

landonorris: btw ysn said that i was his favourite so snooze you lose max!!

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris if you want to believe my son prefers you to me you think that my friend

username37: look at how soft they all become when they're around verstappen babies ☺️🥺

username38: i just want someone to look at me like charles looks at ysn

georgerussell63: still waiting for my turn excuse me

carmenmmundt: pls come and visit before george actually explodes 🥺

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt i promise we're on our way!!

username39: do people even go to f1 for racing anymore or just to see ysn and ydn??

username40: i saw the four of them at the gates this morning and I swear i've never seen anything cuter...

carlossainz55: there better be another post filled with photos of me and ydn coming up

oscarpiastri: lando has not shut up about the fact he saw you guys...now look what i've got to put up with 😂

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maxverstappen1: a tribute to the woman that holds our team together, I couldn’t do this without you yn, the best mum and wife in the world ❤️❤️

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username41: how yn puts up with two kids and max i will never know

ynusername: it's the easiest job in the world being by your side with our two little treasures 🏎️🥺

landonorris: yn deserves a medal having to deal with you day in day out

georgerussell63: i've lost count of how many times i've seen yn running around the paddock for you, ysn or ydn

username42: i swear yn is just the best mum ever ❤️

username43: i want to be adopted by yn and yn only

carlossainz55: not forgetting the fact she now is in charge of your two cats too

charles_leclerc: at this point she's pretty much mum to us drivers too with how well she keeps us all in check 😂

username44: i thought it was just fans obsessed with the verstappens, turns out its the drivers too

username45: i expected nothing less from this group of boys who are absolutely whipped for yn

username46: its official, the verstappens are just the best 🫶🏻💕☺️

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